Page 143 of Sigils & Spells

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“We have to go!”Pippa shouted. “Now!” She scooped up Hocus Purrcus, grabbed Amaryllis by the arm and bolted for the front door.

It was like running the gauntlet.

Wolves and chameleons and vampires were everywhere, all of them desperate to steal a kiss or a mating, perhaps both.

In her panic, Pippa’s magic burst from her skin in a rush, forming a lasso of fire around the coven and pulling them with her to the door.

The lasso was all that was keeping the other paranormals back.

The coven spilled from the diner and raced toward their vehicles.

Half of them piled into Pippa’s car while the rest dove into Morana’s truck.

As paranormals stormed out of the diner, Pippa threw her car in reverse, whipped the wheel to the left and tore out of the lot, Morana’s truck right behind her.

“Good news,” Tempest reported from the backseat where she was staring out the back window. “The diner doesn’t appear to be on fire.”

“It’s a frigging miracle,” Pippa said.

“And no one’s following us,” Tempest continued. “Except for the rest of the coven, of course.”

“Even better,” Pippa said.

“I’m sorry,” Amaryllis whispered from where she cuddled Hocus Purrcus in the passenger seat. “So sorry.”

Pippa snickered. “It’s okay. Honestly, that was the most fun I’ve had in ages.”

Tempest let out a bark of laughter from the backseat and the next thing they knew, all three of them were howling with laughter.

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Jared scowled,furious that his mate had gotten away from him.

His wolf was scratching at his skin, demanding to be let out so he could chase after her.

Meanwhile, wolves and vampires were either racing off to find their mates, pairing up or heading several towns over to find a hookup.

Several wolves invited Jared and Corwin to join them, but both declined.

“You don’t have to stay with me, Corwin,” Jared said. “Go find someone to spend the night with.”

“Eh, my wolf isn’t interested in just anyone,” Corwin said. “He’s been acting weird ever since we arrived here.”

Jared glanced at him sharply. “Is it your mate?”

Corwin shrugged. “No idea. If we’d met her, though, you’d think my wolf would let me know.”

“Yeah, my wolf sat up and howled the minute we saw Pippa standing in the door of the diner.”

“Exactly. I can’t imagine my wolf containing himself when we do meet her, so I’m guessing he’s just tired of waiting. And speaking of waiting, what are you doing hanging out here? Aren’t you going after your mate?”

“Have you forgotten Chester? I really should get him settled at the den first.”

Corwin grinned. “Well, let’s get to it then.”

“You’re just eager to see the cat’s reaction to all the wolf scents.”

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