Visions of Magic

Chapter 9



Torin faced an ugly truth. He had no idea where Shea had been taken. She could be at any one of several internment camps—or she might have been killed outright.

But even as that thought registered, he rejected it. Though he couldn’t sense her, he had no doubt that if she were dead, his body would feel her absence. It had been so in the past and he had no reason to suspect that it had changed. She lived. But where was she?

“Which do we try first?” Rune’s voice, sounding as irritated as Torin felt, shattered his thoughts.

Scowling into the night, Torin considered their options. They had already followed the scent of Shea’s captors as far as they could. But the trail had ended on the 405 freeway, close enough to a transition that the car carrying Shea away from him could have gone in either of two directions.

A decision must be made. Any action was preferable to a stalemate.

The challenge lay in forcing himself to think like a human. Their minds were convoluted; logic rarely reared its head. The mortals he’d known over the centuries were driven by fear—which led to mystifying choices that often left Torin wondering how they had managed to survive as a species. But now, to find his woman, he must find a way to guess what these particular humans would do next.

There were two internment camps within driving distance of Malibu.The first lay deep in the Angeles National Forest, surrounded by hundreds of acres of emptiness. Secluded, far from any city, it would be the more difficult of the two to infiltrate, since there was nothing but open space around the camp itself—leaving any who approached visible to the guards standing watch.

The other was on Terminal Island in Long Beach. Closer, but far easier to find a way in. With the city surrounding it and the busy traffic of a harbor, he and Rune would hardly be noticed. Once a prison, it had been turned into a detention camp when the first witches were discovered. The camps were all heavily guarded, he knew. And their fences were laced with white gold that would tax the Eternals’ powers. His choice was which location to try first.

He was tempted to take the closer route, investigate the camp in Long Beach. But if Shea were not there, the authorities would be on alert from his visit and all of the camps would be strengthened, making the Angeles Forest camp that much harder to penetrate. The same would hold true once he and Rune invaded the old FEMA camp in the woods, but even on high alert Long Beach would be easier to breach.

“We go to Angeles Forest,” he said finally. Decision made. But before he left he threw another long look at the freeway stretching out toward Long Beach.

He would find her. Wherever she was.

No one could keep her from him.