"No! If you go out, I go too. That was the deal. Tell Joules how to do that lightning field."
Joules ducked down. "What lightning field?"
Aric gritted his teeth. "And when he wields that power against us?"
"Kick the can down the road, Aric! We'll deal with that later."
"Roll before you hit," he told me. "Then run for water."
"What are you talking about--"
He reached over me to yank open my door.
A vine shot out from my forefinger, and I lashed myself to the oh-shit handle. "Don't even think about it!"
He slammed the door. "Stubborn woman!" He made a sound of frustration, then asked Joules, "Can you throw two javelins with accuracy?"
"In me sleep."
"Throw a pair to land at the exact same time, about a hundred feet apart. Lightning will combust between them. If you are as accurate as you say."
"No shite?" Joules got into position.
"You can do this," Gabriel told him. "You must."
The Tower took several rapid breaths, then lobbed a pair of javelins at the same time. . . . The bolts landed, but nothing unusual happened.
Aric veered around a motor home. "At the exact same time."
Gabriel cocked his head again. "She's fired. Two. Picking up speed!"
Joules let loose another pair. Two more strikes. No combustion.
Aric said, "You are capable of this, Tower. I have seen you do it before."
Joules gave a yell and hurled two more. I held my breath. Could already see the pair of missiles streaking toward us.
A web of lightning exploded into the sky. Sizzling electricity unlike anything I'd ever seen.
The missiles exploded in the electric net.
"Oi, now we are cookin' with gas!"
"That chick's got to be out of missiles," Finn said. "I only saw four last time."
Aric maneuvered around more wrecks. "She hasn't fired bul--"
Bullets bit into the highway on both sides of us. "Get inside!" I cried.
Joules and Gabriel dropped down.
Aric swerved, narrowly missing a convertible with two Baggers still seat-belted in. Another spray of bullets sent pieces of that car at us, but he evaded the debris. With his cold focus, he threaded two big rigs, then dodged a locomotive that had fallen off an overhead rail bridge.
Heart racing, I said, "And to think I once wondered if you'd ever driven a car."
"I can't outrun those bullets much longer."
More pitted the ground inches away. Ricocheting pavement busted my window. "Shit!" Wind rushed into the truck. My hair whipped, my eyes watering.
"Are you hurt, sieva?"
"No, I'm good." A Bagman on the side of the road caught my attention. As if in slow motion, I watched it . . . wave at me. Not good. Going crazy.
We passed a second one. It placed a slimy hand on its chest, as if making a pledge.
Either I was going insane . . . or Sol was screwing with us. Another Bagman up ahead raised its arm, indicating to the right--where there was a turnoff onto a smaller road.
Or was Sol helping us?
The Evie of old would swear she and Sol had shared a moment, that some kind of bond had formed. The Evie of late would say, "Trust no one. Kill first; ask later." As Gran had repeatedly said, Arcana were all treacherous and disloyal killers. Aric too had little trust in other players.
Which Evie would I choose to be?
Just as the line of bullets veered toward us, I said, "Aric, take the next right!" Damn it, I would create my own symbols. I would fill in my own new slate.
He wheeled a hard right, and we skidded onto the smaller road. "Are you familiar with this area?"
I didn't answer. At the next junction, another Bagger pointed left. "Go left."
We fishtailed left, the line of fire stitching the pavement where we'd just been. The road began to curve through canyons. Bullets struck the rock walls, instead of us; I just prayed they wouldn't ricochet the wrong way.
"Much better terrain, sieva. Is the Fool speaking to you?"
Gabriel said, "Will the calls return?"
I shook my head. "Um, the Bagmen are directing us. I think Sol is using them to help us."
Aric did a double take.
"Jaysus! The Empress has gone mental. As can happen when you're diddlin' Death."
Gabriel laid a hand on my seat, his talons digging in to the leather. "If he is leading us anywhere, it will be into a trap--or off a cliff."
"Why would he help his enemies?" Finn asked from the back.
Joules blustered: "Sol's the one in the feckin' helicopter shootin' at us! He's not goin' to try to kill us and try to save us."
Aric murmured to me, "I can't disagree with their logic."
"Some of us know how that feels, Death," Finn said quietly. Because Aric had told Ogen to batter a mountain--while my allies and I had been inside it.
Aric said simply, "Yes."
To Joules and Gabriel, Finn added, "And you two are not the friends I wanted to spend my final moments with." He petted the falcon, straightening its little helmet.
"I'll see you soon, Cally lass," Joules said, again seeming so young, almost . . . innocent. He even crossed himself, reminding me of Jack. . . .
I turned to Aric. If this was the end, I was grateful for even two months with him.