The burble of a motorbike brought a cry from me. “Ivy,” I croaked, reaching out to support myself against a tree. The road was just ahead. She must have already been on her way. “Jenks, don’t let her go past me,” I said between gasps for air. “I’ll be right behind you.”

“Gotcha!”

He was gone. I stumbled into motion. The dogs were baying, soft and questing. I could hear the sound of voices and instructions. It pushed me into a run. A dog sang clear and pure. Another answered it. Adrenaline scoured through me.

Branches whipped my face and I fell into the road. My skinned palms stung. Too breathless to cry out, I forced myself up from my knees. Staggering, I looked down the road. A white light bathed me. The roar of a motorbike was an angel’s blessing. Ivy. It had to be. She must have been on her way before I broke the amulet.

I got to my feet, listing as my lungs heaved. The dogs were coming. I could hear the thump of horses’ hooves. I started a jolting, weaving jog toward the approaching light. It rushed upon me in a sudden surge of noise, sliding to a halt beside me.

“Get on!” Ivy shouted.

I could hardly lift my leg. She pulled me up behind her. The engine thrummed under me. I gripped her waist and struggled not to fall into the dry heaves. Jenks buried himself in my hair, his tight grip almost unnoticed. The bike lurched, spun, and leapt forward.

Ivy’s hair flew back, stinging as it hit me. “Did you get it?” she shouted over the wind.

I couldn’t answer. My body was trembling from the abuse. The adrenaline had spent itself out, and I was going to pay for it in spades. The road hummed under me. The wind pulled my heat away, turning my sweat cold. Fighting back the nausea, I reached with numb fingers to feel the reassuring bump of a disc in a front pocket. I patted her shoulder, unable to use my breath for anything other than breathing.

“Good!” she shouted over the wind.

Exhausted, I let my head rest against Ivy’s back. Tomorrow I’d stay in bed and shake until the evening paper came. Tomorrow I’d be sore and unable to move. Tomorrow I’d put bandages on the welts from the branches and thorns. Tonight … I’d just not think about tonight.

I shivered. Feeling it, Ivy turned her head. “Are you all right?” she shouted.

“Yeah,” I said into her ear so she could hear me. “Yeah, I am. Thanks for coming to get me.” I pulled her hair out of my mouth and looked behind me.

I stared, riveted. Three horsemen stood on the ribbon of moonlit road. The hounds were milling about the horses’ feet as they pranced with nervous, arched necks. I had just made it. Chilled to the core of my soul, I watched the middle rider touch his brow in a casual salute.