"Confudi!" Grandma tossed the Smucker's jar and it shattered between two of them. The air radiated for a split second and the creatures screeched.

The imps retreated as fast as they'd appeared. Yow. I let myself breathe again. "You've gotta teach me about those jars," I said. Maybe I'd try something with a SoBe bottle or two.

Grandma's eyes widened. "Move!" She shoved both of us against a gas pump and I felt a wave of energy crackle past.

I spun to face her, Pirate dangling between us. "What was that?"

Huge wings beat a blue streak above us. I looked skyward and dread swelled inside me. A monstrous eagle with the body of a lion circled above the convenience store. Big as a truck, it screeched and displayed feathers of red, purple, green, blue. Impossible Impossible. Oh begonias. After today, who was I to even think that?

"The Phantom Menace!" Pirate's legs clambered for him. "You coming back for more? Shake your tail feather this way. I'll show you more."

The creature blocked out the moon as it plunged right for us. I scrambled for the hard leather seat of the Harley. The bottoms of my shoes slipped off the riding boards as Grandma peeled out of the parking lot. We were on Route K in a heartbeat, flying so fast it made my head spin.

"I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!" Pirate hollered as we sped off into the night. I clung to Grandma and closed my eyes to keep from being sick. I didn't know how we were going to outrun that thing thing. My hair swirled under the edge of my helmet, and I could feel my face stretching with the wind. Every hill we crested, I swore the bike went airborne for a second or two. Heaven help us.

"Holy shit!" Grandma hollered as we careened around a hairpin turn at a speed I didn't even want to know. The bike skidded, skipped over a dip in the road and slapped pavement again. My fingers dug into her sides when I saw the road ahead. Or make that, the lack of road.

Our stretch of asphalt ended in a small lake. It consumed both lanes of the road and the forest beyond.

Grandma hunkered low and steady over the handlebars. "Hold on!"

"What? Stop!" My gut clenched as we thundered straight for it. A flash flood like that could sweep a car away, much less three idiots on a bike.

There were no detour signs, no road cones. No reason for the water. My toes curled and I clung to Grandma tighter. We were traveling uphill. Water does not run uphill. But this water did.

Pirate fought the ferret carrier. "Oh no. I don't do water. Water is not good." He lurched, just like he did every time I tried to dunk him in a- "Bath!" he yelled and pitched his body to the left.

"Shiii...p!" I screamed, as I lost my balance and toppled into the air.

"Holy hell!" Grandma grabbed us by the doggy sling. The bike plunged into the lake and skidded sideways through the surging water. Depression and rage swelled from its depths. "It's an ambush!"

We lost the bike in a wave of water. I clutched Pirate as we slammed nose over toes into the abyss. Eyes closed tight against the muck, I fought past fleshy ropes of seaweed. It clung to my arms, heavy and stringy.

Please let it be seaweed, even if we are a thousand miles from the ocean miles from the ocean.

Pirate's flailing leg caught my arm, and I winced as his doggy claws sliced deep.

We broke through to the surface and, blessedly, I was able to touch bottom. Afraid to draw too much attention, I crouched in the water, just high enough for Pirate to keep his head above the churning darkness. The despair of this place surrounded us. Waves of hopelessness and fear tangled my insides. Grandma was nowhere in sight.

Pirate flailed in his carrier. "Oh, biscuits! Calm down. You calm? I'm calm. Oh, biscuits."

"Shhh. You're fine."

"Shit." Pirate shook off as best as he could, peppering me with putrid water. "That's what I said. I said I was fine."

"Look for Grandma."

Pirate tried to wriggle a leg out of his carrier. "Oh yeah, the lady who said she wanted to make my intestines into a necklace? Yeah, let's get right on that."

Hang tight. Focus. I scanned the area for demons, witches and anything that wasn't one hundred percent normal. Grandma had called this an ambush. Someone or-I gulped-something had created this lake in the middle of the road. And they had us stopped cold. had created this lake in the middle of the road. And they had us stopped cold.

A shimmer spread throughout the water. Goose bumps snaked up my arms. Holy moley. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Is it me or is the water glowing green?"

"Oh, man," Pirate said, ready to climb up to my shoulders. "You know I'm color-blind."

An emerald glow radiated from the depths of the water and broke to the surface in a roil of bubbling water. Churning foam sucked at my shoulders. "That's it." Ambush or not, I broke into a run, the waist-high water sluicing off us. We had to get out of here.

In a flash, Grandma appeared at the far side of the lake, at the edge of the woods. Shadows dove at her from every direction. "Lizzie, run!" she screamed before she disappeared.

"Grandma!" I made a mad dash for her. I had no idea what to do, but I had to do something. The air itself vibrated and smoked. It tasted like singed hair.

"Stop! Halt! Cut it!" Pirate yelled. "Wall!"

"Wall?" Then I saw it. It shimmered like a giant soap bubble. There was no time to stop. I felt my toes leave the ground as it sucked us through.

Thick, wet undergrowth tangled around my ankles. I steadied myself, ready for the worst. I clutched Pirate's knobby little body and blinked once, twice. We'd raced headlong into a clearing littered with scores of rodentlike faces staring up at us. Imps. Their glowing purple eyes bounced through the darkness as they scuttled toward us, baring row after row of glistening teeth.

Grandma braced herself at the far edge of the clearing. Heavy iron cuffs bound her wrists and ankles. She struggled to hold them away from her body, despite the weights pulling at each cuff. An eerie tickle crept up my skin when I realized why. Curved snakelike fangs protruded from the cuffs and connecting chains, ready to pierce her skin if she gave in to the weight of her restraints. I wondered what horrors waited inside the fangs.

"Oh, this is just great," she said, breathing heavily with exertion. "I told you to run, not get yourself trapped. Honestly, Lizzie."

She could at least pretend to be grateful. "Ditch the attitude. I'm saving you," I said. Somehow Somehow. The imps cackled like psychotic weasels as they skulked closer. I rubbed Pirate, who hadn't stopped shaking since we broke through the wall.

"Yeah?" Grandma fought to keep the razor-sharp fangs from plunging into her skin, "Well, if you're going to save me," she stopped to catch her breath, "untie the damned dog and let's get to work."

"Right. That's what I'm talking about. On-the-job training," I said, desperate to mask my fear. I released Pirate. His wiry body slid down mine and to the ground. I had to focus, find my power. If I didn't get this right, I hated to think what could happen to us.

Focus. Breathe. Find a way.

They might have numbers on their side, but I'd sent Xerxes to hell and I could send the imps too.

Pirate circled my legs as the imps stalked us from every direction. "Oh, you'd better get your ass back," he said, "you filthy looking, I don't know what you are. You do smell kind of nice. But don't you be testing me. I'll kick you into next Thursday. Don't you think I won't."

I ignored Pirate and reached deep down inside. I was the most uptight, disciplined person I knew, and I had to use that. Whatever raw magic I possessed, whatever had allowed me to drive Xerxes from my bathroom, I'd find it and own it. Now.

"Water nymph at two o'clock," Grandma warned. A dripping, green fairy rose from the marsh at the edge of the lake and skimmed toward us. She might have been beautiful if she hadn't looked so desolate. She was tall, with the body of an underwear model. But her face sagged and her eyes held horrors I didn't even want to imagine. She wore a shift that-ick-looked like it had been crafted from the skin of imps. And, I gulped, she held cuffs, the same kind that bound Grandma.

I dug my fingernails into my palms. Show no emotion Show no emotion. Instead, I focused every bit of will I possessed, felt the magic churning inside me. The center of my body hummed with energy. I could feel it right down to my fingertips. I let instinct take over and screamed the first thing that came to me. "Begone!" My own voice tore at the back of my throat as I flung my power into the clearing.

The imps cowered, clung to the ground.

"Begone!" I zapped them again with everything I had. This time, they stood still, studying me. The water nymph had sunk down into a puddle after my first try. Now she drew toward me, curiosity playing on her features. Oh no.

"Solvo dimittium," Grandma hollered.

Hope flared and died quickly. They didn't react to that either.

"Lizzie." Grandma struggled against her chains. "You say it! Solvo dimittium Solvo dimittium."

"Right." I nodded, resisting the urge to run, which I knew would be useless and stupid and wrong. Solvo dimittium. Solvo dimittium dimittium. Solvo dimittium. Driving my power to me once again, I opened my mind, took a deep breath and bellowed, "Solvo dimittium!"

A slight wind rippled the water nymph's hair. A curl of blue flame sizzled a circle around her water-logged hair before fizzling.

"Shit," Grandma said.

No kidding. "That's it?" My voice hitched as the creatures closed in around me. "What else should I do?"

Pirate brushed past my leg. "You stand there and look pretty. Let me give it a whirl." Pirate stalked toward a scowling imp.

"Pirate, no!" Bravery was one thing. This was something else.

Pirate thrust his tail out. "Suave dimmi-who'sit's, you bug-eyed freak of nature."

The imp shrieked and reared back to attack. Pirate yelped as it leapt onto his back, claws digging into his fur.

"Pirate!" That thing could kill him with one bite. It clambered up his back, heading straight for his neck.

Rage boiled inside me, and I drop-kicked the imp like I was punting a football. Three more took its place. I booted another. Blood flowed down Pirate's back. At least one imp landed hard on my shoulders, clawing rivers of fire down my back. I spun, desperately trying to throw it off, when I spotted another creature circling.

A winged beast the size of a Clydesdale descended upon us. The same breed of creature we saw at the gas station-with the head of an eagle and the body of a lion. A griffin? Tail swishing in the gathering wind, it reached for us, claws outstretched, like a hungry bird of prey.

Pirate broke free and bit the nearest imp. I threw an imp from my shoulders straight at the pair of talons leveled at my head. Grandma screamed something or other, but it was impossible to hear her over the high-pitched yelps of the imps and the screeching calls of the griffin. The flying creature dove straight for the water nymph.

But the nymph was fast. She disappeared into the nearest puddle as the bands on Grandma's wrists and ankles snapped and crumbled away. The imps scurried back to the shadows, save the two dead ones at my feet. "Take that!" Pirate chased the remaining imps to the edge of the clearing.

I stood catching my breath, my back burning. The coppery scent of blood hung heavy over the clearing. I wanted to collapse with relief. Or was that fear? Just because this thing didn't kill me before didn't mean it wouldn't hurt me now. He landed a few feet from me, settling his wings around his body like a bird. He wore a single emerald ring on one of his talons, and his feathers shone in a burst of colors.

Grandma bustled over to me. "You alright?" I nodded. "Well, then." She flexed her hands, working to get the circulation going again. "Hiya, Impetrix Heli-" She paused. "Um, Impetrix. Thanks for saving our asses. Now, with your permission," she saluted him, "we're outta here." She grabbed my arm. "Come on."

"He's just going to let us go?" I asked, hustling behind her.

"If we go quick enough."

I fought the urge to look behind us. Good enough for me.

We exited the clearing, and I couldn't hold back a gasp. The immense lake had disappeared as if it never existed. Grandma's bike lay twisted down a steep embankment off the main road. We scrambled through some mud and pulled the hog upright. Grandma wrenched the handlebars and yanked the seat.

"Hurry," she said quietly.

"So he's...?"

"Trouble." We managed to heave it halfway up the embankment, but the bike was too mangled and heavy.

"Is he worse than the imps?"

Grandma groaned as she hauled the bike with everything she had. I joined her, pulling until I felt my arms stretching half out of their sockets. For every inch we dragged the flipping thing, we sank two in the mud. It was no use.

"God damn it!" Grandma shoved the bike and it fell back into the ditch, nearly taking me with it.

I slid an extra few feet and stared down at the wreck of a bike. It was toast, and we were trapped.

She brought a bloodied hand up to her mouth. "Yeah. In a way, he is worse than the imps."

My nerves quivered. The air felt heavy, smoky smoky. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Maybe my magic was finally kicking in. It was about time. "What is it, Grandma?" I asked. "More demons? Or the griffin?

"It's not that," she said grimly. "It's him." She jabbed a mud-slicked finger at an imposing, olive-skinned man who stood like royalty at the edge of the ravine.

I gripped her hand and felt my pulse leap. "Is he a monster?"

"That depends," she said, giving him the evil eye.

My blood warmed just looking at him. He was striking. If you liked the GQ GQ type. He wore a dark, tailored suit cut to fit his broad shoulders. His angled features gave away nothing as he watched us. I felt his eyes, hidden in shadows, sweep over every inch of my body. I blinked twice, studied him. Something inside me felt like I knew him. type. He wore a dark, tailored suit cut to fit his broad shoulders. His angled features gave away nothing as he watched us. I felt his eyes, hidden in shadows, sweep over every inch of my body. I blinked twice, studied him. Something inside me felt like I knew him.

That was impossible, I thought with a twinge of desire. If I'd ever met this man before, I would have remembered. He seemed so out of place on this swampy, dirty backwater road. Everything about him was polished, except for the way his thick, ebony hair curled around his collar.

His eyes flashed orange, then yellow. Holy Moses. I stumbled backward in the darkness as his eyes began to glow with a positively arresting, utterly horrifying grassy hue. My body tensed, ready for a fight if it came to that.

"Well, look who likes you, Lizzie." Grandma rubbed at her wrists where the chains had been.

What? The automatic excitement that flared at the idea of a good-looking man finding me attractive fizzled under the dread that it was this emerald-eyed...person. Why couldn't any normal guys like me? Oh wait. One of them might have. Tonight, at this very moment, I was supposed to be enjoying a Rum Swizzle with a boatload of friends as well as Hot Ryan Harmon from the gym. A birthday extravaganza with the stunning Mr. Harmon as the ultimate party prize. Instead, I stood here, at the bottom of a ravine, staring up at this magical enigma.

"Good to see you're keeping your distance," Grandma said, drawing me toward her like an old girlfriend. "That man is nothing but trouble."

No kidding. Yet another supernatural complication I could do without. "So who is he?" I asked.

"Well, sugar beet," Grandma said, giving my hand a firm squeeze. "He's your protector."

Chapter Four

I gaped at him. My protector? My protector?

Grandma straightened her shoulders. "I took you without his permission."

I stared at her. "My protector?"

"You're my granddaughter, for goodness sake!" She sniffed as he tossed a climbing rope down the embankment. "Damn that man. He's stickier than a pinecone enema."

He'd stripped off his coat and rolled up his shirtsleeves away from his dark, muscled forearms. "Now we're going to have to let him help us," she said, as if we'd lost a major battle. "Whatever you do, don't tell him about Xerxes. Don't go anywhere alone with him, and don't reveal too much."

Not a problem since I didn't have a clue what was going on.