Page 8 of Witch Bound and Down

"Because I've got an idea. But it's going to require some trust."

"Trust?" Bullseye glanced at her, struck again by how right she felt beside him, how perfectly her magic harmonized with his. "Darlin', I don't even know your last name."

"It's Thornfield. And yours is Maverick, according to the very angry bear trying to ram us off the road."

"How do you—never mind. What's your idea?"

Hazel's grin was equal parts mischief and magic, her veil fluttering as she moved. "How do you feel about a little automotive enchantment?"

"I feel like that's either going to save our hides or get us all killed," Bullseye said, though he was already grinning back. Something about this woman made him want to throw caution to the wind and see what happened.

"Those aren't mutually exclusive," Hopper pointed out.

Bullseye looked at Hazel—really looked at her. Her magic was still making the air shimmer, but there was something else there too. Competence. Intelligence. And a kind of reckless courage that called to every wild instinct he possessed. The bridal veil made her look like some kind of warrior bride, ready for whatever came next.

"Do it," he said.

Hazel's smile could have powered Vegas. "Hold onto something. This is about to get real interesting."

She placed her hands on the dashboard, whispered something in what sounded like very old Celtic, and suddenly the Trans Am wasn't just fast.

It was flying.

"I hate my life," Hopper shrieked as they soared over a truck stop, leaving Sheriff Lawman's ground-bound pursuit eating their dust.

"Really?" Hazel asked, peering down at the rapidly shrinking landscape below them, her veil streaming behind them like a victory banner. "Because I'm starting to think this might be the best day I've had in years."

Bullseye grinned as they sailed through the desert sky, Snowman safely en route to Los Angeles, a beautiful witch in his passenger seat wearing a bridal veil and pure attitude, and the open sky ahead of them. His CB radio crackled with distant trucker chatter, but all he could focus on was the woman beside him and the way the mating bond hummed between them like a perfectly tuned engine.

He'd started the day planning a simple interference run. Now he was flying through the Arizona sky with his destined mate, and somehow that felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Chapter 3

Hazel

Flying through the clouds in a Trans Am hadn't been on Hazel's bucket list, but then again, neither had running from her own wedding. The car sailed smoothly through the air, wrapped in her magic like an invisible bubble, but the strain was building behind her temples. Levitation spells weren't meant to last this long, especially not on something as heavy as a muscle car with a minotaur in it.

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