Playing with Magic (Elemental Trilogy Book 2)

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knew something was wrong, but he saw nothing different in her aura.
     
    ****
    “Two god-awful days on the road, and we still haven’t seen anything!” Linden complained.
    Envy and Ivy Lee were in the back of the Winnebago trying to get their babies to be quiet. Rowan was driving, which kept his mind occupied. River sat next to him. He rolled down the window and stuck his head out. “And where did this heat come from?”
    “Nag-nag-nag!” Jaime called from the back.
    River turned as much as his seatbelt would allow.  “Screw you!”
    “Testy,” Drake said, walking to the front. “Everyone calm down.”
    “Don’t tell me what to do!” Linden shouted.
    Rowan looked out at the dirt and cacti. “Where on Earth are we?” he asked, interrupting the loud argument.
    River looked out the window, shrugging.
    “Texas, I think,” Drake said, after a while of silence.
    “If I had the map up here we wouldn’t have to worry about that,” River said coldly.
    As the sun began to go down, Rowan saw lights in the distance. “Hey, look,” he pointed. “I think there might be people.”
    “Wasn’t Texas the first place hit with the zombies?” Ivy Lee asked.
    “Yeah,” Envy said. “I remember when the reporter got attacked when this stuff was just beginning. Cameria was the name, I think.” They passed a sign which read: Cameria, left, fifty miles.
    “I don’t think we want to go to that place,” Rowan said and shivered.
    “So we go straight to Gower?” Envy asked.
    “I need a good bed to sleep in,” Linden said, complaining from the back. “Some normal food too.”
    “We have food,” Envy said.
    There was a loud smack. “Jaime, please stop taking your aggression out on Linden,” Ivy Lee said. “He looks weird with all those red marks.”
    “Tell him to stop being a pest.”
    “Really, guys, do we need to pull over?” Rowan said.
    “Yes!” Envy said. “I have to pee!”
    “You just peed,” Drake said.
    “Well, I have to do it again.”
    “I don’t think we should stop here,” Rowan said, slowing down, looking at the signs along the road.
    “What the hell,” River said.
    The others crowed up to see. “I don’t have to pee that bad.”
    Outside, there were dead bodies hung with signs: Guilty, Not Worthy, Too Easy, Too Slow…
     
    ****
    Screaming woke Autumn. Feeling better, she ran down the stairs. A short balding man stood by the entrance table screaming and crying as Shantaina wrapped his hand in a bandage. His glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, and his eyes never left the door.
    “What happened?” Autumn asked, walking inside the room.
    Mabon and Aarawn exchanged an amused look. “He didn’t believe us,” Mabon said, and they both started chuckling.
    “Stop laughing at me!” the bald guy shouted in a high-pitched voice.
    Autumn shook her head and walked over to Shantaina, looking at the wounded hand. “What happened?”
    “I’ll tell you what happened,” the man said, but it ended in a coughing fit. He plunged his hand into his pocket and brought out his inhaler. He shoved it in his mouth and pushed down, activating the mist. He took two hits and put it back in his pocket. “Your creepy friend in the room bit me!”
    “Calm down, Dack,” Shantaina said, finishing the bandage.
    “I’m telling the elders,” he said, holding his hand to his chest. “Endangering people like this is unethical in our town. You know that, and they know it!” He pointed to Mabon and Aarawn. “But like they listen to rules. Who cares if they are embodied elements?” He turned around, facing the guys. “I can’t wait until you guys are done with your little mission,” he said, starting to laugh like a madman. “Then I’ll never have to see your ugly mean faces again.”
    “Dack! No More!” Pyrus shouted at the door and started walking towards him.
    He saw that the guys were finally quiet as he sneered at them with his red eyes. “She hasn’t told you yet?” He started

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