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Dragon with a vengeance. Eyes on the road, the scenery either side of the road became a blur as she threw the big car into the twists and turns. She overtook cars and bikes, weaving between them on the two lane road in a dizzying display of speed. Some drivers gaped at her, but others barely noticed her thanks to the spell, and before long she cleared the main section.
    Settling down onto the straighter road, she reached for the werelock’s wallet and flipped it open. It was full of cash, enough to see her through a couple of days of motel living. Everything else, like getting access to her bank account and dealing with her belongings in the rental, she could deal with later. Right now, she had more important things to think about, like staying alive.
    There was a driver’s license in the wallet so she pulled it free. Her werelock looked back at her from the photo. He was Hale Roark, twenty-six, six foot three, blond hair and blue eyed. It looked like a normal driver’s license until she tried to look at his address or the issuing state, then it got all blurry. How odd. She squinted her eyes and tried again, but the details remained stubbornly out of focus. A spell on his license… what did he have to hide?
    Tucking it into the sun visor, she settled down to drive. The rumble of the road was comforting. Cleared her mind and allowed her to make plans. At least, it should. Instead, all she could think about was that kiss and the way the werelock’s, Hale’s, lips had felt on hers. They had been warm and firm, tender but sure with banked depths of fire she knew, once released, would scorch her to her soul.
    A couple of hours down the interstate and exhaustion began to pull at her. She sighed. If she pushed it too much her cat would get crabby and that wasn’t her only problem.
    Much as she liked the car, she needed to ditch it and find another ride. Car or bike, she didn’t care which, she could ride or drive anything. She cast quick glances at the motels she passed, nibbling her lower lip.
    The trouble was, if she stole something that belonged to a human, the owner would report it missing. Given the werelock—Hale, she corrected herself—was paranormal, it was less likely he’d report his car stolen. The enchantment on his license showed he preferred to fly under the radar. No, he wouldn’t report the car; she was positive he wouldn’t. She did need to ditch it before he could track it down though, which meant she needed to find alternative transport.
    But that was a question for tomorrow. First, she needed sleep and something to eat.
    Pulling into a crowded motel, she parked out of sight of the road. A quick check of the bag on the back seat and she had a pair of pants. Nothing she could do about her bare feet, but with the pant legs rolled down it wasn’t so obvious. Besides, at this time of night, it wasn’t likely anyone would be checking out her feet.
    Ten minutes later and she had a key to a quiet room at the back. Opening the door, she sighed in relief. Bog basic, it was clean which was all she needed. A shower and a nap and she’d hit the road again, put as much distance between her and Deal’s Gap with the werelock she’d knocked unconscious as possible.
    She dumped Hale’s bag on the bed and walked out of the few items of clothing she wore  en route to the shower. The water was hot, and the pressure decent enough to make her moan with pleasure as it battered her sore muscles. Much as she loved her cat, shifting always took it out of her. It was like any physical activity, it needed practice. Perhaps she would have shifted more had her cat form been anything other than damned useless.
    Shame hit her as soon as the thought registered and she shhh’d her cat, reassuring she didn’t think it was useless. It had saved her life and given up its mobility so she could have hers. A selfless act she was grateful for every single day.
    The bed in the other room began to call her name. Quickly, she washed and