A Wind of Change(51)

The plan was wild, and so many things could go wrong with it, but it was all we had.

Jeramiah ended up knocking two minutes late. I walked to the door slowly, and opened it.

His dark hair was tied up in a bun, and he was dressed all in black.

“Ready?” he asked.

He seemed sober. I guessed he hadn’t drunk much at the party.

I looked over my shoulder and called to River. She arrived next to me.

Jeramiah smiled as he laid eyes on her.

“Good. Let’s go.”

That journey up to the desert was possibly the most nerve-racking experience I’d had since arriving at The Oasis. As we crossed the atrium, I looked down at the gardens below, my eyes traveling past Lucas Novak’s memorial stone, and I wondered whether this would be the last that I saw of this place.

Aboveground, Michael and Lloyd were already waiting for us. I looked around, glad to see that no witch was present, as Jeramiah had mentioned. If a witch had come with us, our whole plan would likely have fallen to pieces.

My fists clenched.

We had hit the first obstacle. How are we going to ensure we leave the boundary near where we left the humans? There were any number of directions we could exit the boundary. We had to leave near them, or the distance we had to run could cause our plan to unravel.

I decided to just take the lead.

“Shall we start moving then?” I said briskly.

Holding River’s hand and keeping her firmly away from Michael, who was glaring daggers at the two of us, I began to march toward the humans. Jeramiah looked a bit surprised at my initiative, but to my relief, nobody objected. They followed after me.

I sped up, and so did they.

“What time does the sun typically rise?”

“If we aim to be back by around 5am, we will be fine,” Jeramiah said. “That gives us two hours—plenty of time to catch a few humans.”

“Where do we plan to go exactly?” I asked, wanting to keep the conversation going as we approached the humans.

“The nearest town,” Jeramiah replied. “It takes about fifteen minutes to travel there at our full speed. And we must run at our full speed if we want to travel past the hunters alive… So we’ll have ninety minutes to look around the streets for any people out late.”

“Hunters,” River murmured. “Those men in tanks set up nearby… they’re hunters?”

“Yes. They’re the reason we typically travel with witches whenever we need to go out.”

“Do you steal people from their homes?” River asked.

“Sometimes. It depends on how many humans we come across outside—”

Jeramiah stopped dead in his tracks. My breathing quickened as his eyes shot toward the three humans, now only twenty feet away.

That’s it.

He’s detected them.

I let go of River. “Go,” I hissed to her. She darted toward the humans.

Lurching forward and grabbing Lloyd by the throat, I began hurtling after her. I ran with all the speed that my legs could muster, and I didn’t look back once. When Lloyd tried to struggle with me, I dug my claws deeper into his flesh, then snapped his neck to paralyze him.

“I’m sorry, Lloyd,” I muttered. I felt bad for doing this to him. He had only been friendly to me. But he’d been closer to me than Michael, otherwise I definitely would have grabbed the latter.

We approached within feet of the boundary, and I pushed us both full speed toward it. To my relief, we went flying right through it and tumbled down on the sand. Staggering to my feet and grabbing hold of Lloyd again so that I could pass through the boundary, I stepped back through where I sensed the humans were and grabbed Lalia by the hand. River had positioned all the humans in a row, linking hands with one another, while River stood at the end. I tugged on Lalia and stepped back out of the boundary again, pulling them all through with me… except River. I was expecting her to be holding on to Hassan’s hand at the end of the chain, but he appeared without her.

She screamed.

I swore.

“Move back,” I hissed to the humans, keeping myself in front of them, while still maintaining a grip on Lloyd.

Jeramiah and Michael stepped through the boundary ten feet away. Michael was holding River by the throat with one hand, while the other reached into her long hair and yanked her neck downward at a painful-looking angle.

“River!” Lalia screamed.

I positioned my claws over Lloyd’s chest, above his heart.

“Let her go,” I growled.

I looked from Michael to Jeramiah. While Michael’s expression was nothing but vindictive, Jeramiah barely looked fazed at all. It was almost as if he had expected me to do this.

“Let the half-blood go,” I repeated.

“Take him down, Jeramiah,” Michael said, tightening his grip on River, who was beginning to groan.