Page 33 of Claiming Chaos

“They’re in the main house.”

I took the IDs and shoved them into my back pocket. “Can you make it so they don’t remember any of this?”

“Not while I’m channeling you.”

“Okay. I’ll let you go.” I pulled down my sleeve, and drew my energy inward, breaking the connection. “Come on.” I tugged him toward the exit while Sandra and her gang turned on each other once more.

We stepped into the daylight, and I squinted against the brightness. A massive stone fountain bubbled in the center of a cobblestone courtyard, and decorative troughs lined the perimeter, with water pouring from stone heads mounted to the walls. Muffled shouts echoed from the carriage house where we’d spent the night, but the rest of the air hung soundless, still. Someone had cast a silencing spell over the entire property, allowing nothing out or in.

“Forget about our bags, let’s find a cab and get to the airport.” I clutched his hand and made my way toward a gate. “Don’t let them kill each other.”

“The moment we step off the property, I will release them.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” The High Priestess appeared from the main house and lifted a hand toward the fountain. A tidal wave blasted toward us.