By the time Rowan parked Mini Mouse in a hidden spot near the entrance to the haven, I was thoroughly exhausted. We climbed out of the vehicle and crept around the giant boulders that hid it.

The sun had finally set and the air had chilled. I shivered and zipped up my jacket.

We left Mini Mouse and walked along the base of the mountain, which formed a ten-foot cliff overhead before it sloped upward to the summit.

“You said there will be challenges within the mining tunnels before we get to the haven?” Lachlan asked.

“Should be, yeah.” I shivered at the memory of what we’d faced before, when we’d made our way through the tunnels years ago to save Uncle Joe.

“Hey, I see something up ahead.” Bree pointed toward the massive boulder that formed the entrance to the tunnel. We hadn’t come though this way last time, but since the other entrance had been so damned difficult, we wanted to try it.

I squinted, trying to catch sight of what Bree had spotted with her super vision. Finally, I saw a pale glow. “A ghost?”

“Could be,” Bree said. “Hopefully a friendly one.”

I hurried forward, braced for anything. By the time I reached the entrance, the ghost was fully visible, standing at the great stone and watching the valley. Her eyes darted to mine and widened.

“Jetpack girl!” Jolinda exclaimed. Her hair was pulled back from her head, and her overalls were an old-timey fashion from the mining days. She’d been here for over a hundred years, I had to guess.

“Jolinda!” Happiness surged through me, a lightness that lifted some of the weight off my shoulders. “It’s been so long.”

“Jetpack girl?” Lachlan whispered from behind me, no doubt directed at one of my sisters.

“A long story,” Bree whispered back. “We’ll tell you later.”

“It’s the whole gang,” Jolinda said. “And a new one.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Not bad looking, either.”

“No, he’s not.” I grinned at her. She’d been one of the ghosts who we’d met during our rescue mission to save Uncle Joe years earlier. “But what are you doing outside?”

She pointed. “Watching the valley. Weird magic out there now.”

“I know. It’s from a Roman invasion.”

“Romans?” She spat on the ground. Or made the motion, at least. Ghosts couldn’t spit. Not really. “Miserable conquerors, the lot of them.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I wanted to hug her, but it wouldn’t work out. “Have you seen two new guys here? Dark hair and real tan skin? Sort of Middle Eastern-looking?”

She looked from the valley to me. “Two new guys, yeah. I think they meet your description. Came with your Uncle Joe’s big buggy.”

My shoulders relaxed, tension seeping from my muscles. “Oh, thank fates.”

I could hear Bree and Rowan’s exclamations of joy behind me.

“Can you take us to them? Maybe help us pass some of the challenges in the mining tunnels?” Bree asked.

“Sure thing.” Jolinda nodded. “Wouldn’t want you running into Clive.”

The memory of the sleazy dead miner made me grimace. “Thanks. I didn’t like him.”

“No one does, dearie. Doesn’t know when to keep his slimy thoughts to himself.”

“That’s the truth.”

“Clive is a sexist ghost who hits on anyone who comes into the mines,” Bree explained to Lachlan.

“Harasses,” Rowan corrected. She shuddered in an exaggerated fashion. “He licks his lips way too much.”

“Come on.” Jolinda waved us forward, then her eyes widened on something behind us.

I whirled, spotting the oncoming forces. Monsters of all varieties approached, about half a mile away. I could make out a horde of evil fauns, the giant Cacus, and a number of other creatures who I didn’t want to see up close.

“They followed us, damn it.” Fear and annoyance echoed in Bree’s voice.

“Better hurry.” Jolinda waved at the boulder that blocked the entrance. “But you gotta do something about this. The guard who normally stands here and moves the boulder is on break, and I can’t move it.”

“Crap.” My skin chilled, and I looked at Lachlan. “Got any power left?”

“Not a lot, but it’s going to have to be enough.”

“I’ve got a tiny bit left, too. We’ll do it together. Up and to the left.”

“I can push,” Bree said.

“Good.” I turned back to look at the oncoming attackers, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

Lachlan stepped up beside me, and Bree stood next to the boulder. Rowan positioned herself with her bow facing outward, ready to fire.

“Now.” I raised my hands.

Lachlan did the same, and his magic swelled on the air. Weakness tugged at me as I forced my magic to move the boulder, picking it up just an inch off the ground. It thumped back down before Bree could help push it aside. I tried to lift it again, my magic working in tandem with Lachlan’s.

Come on, come on.

I glanced over my shoulder. They were closer. Nearly within firing range.

“Hurry!” Rowan fired into the crowd. They roared, and she fired again and again.

Finally, we got the boulder up. Bree gave it a shove while we helped move it left, leaving us a foot of space to squeeze through.

“Come on!” Bree darted in through the gap.

I followed, with Rowan and Lachlan pulling up the rear.

“We’ve got to close it!” I turned, catching sight of our attackers through the entrance. They were so close I could see their eyes. Adrenaline made my chest feel like it was going to explode.

Together, we moved the boulder back in place, every second torture.

“Will they be able to get through that, though?” Lachlan asked.

“Not if they intend to do anyone in here harm,” Jolinda said. “New spell since our last troubles. The boulder is a physical barrier, but the spell has really helped protect people.”

“Thank fates.” I leaned back against the wall, panting. Sweat rolled down my forehead, and my breath heaved in my lungs.

Lachlan looked pale as a sheet.

Bree bent over, her hands propped on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. “Nice work.”

We squeezed into the darkened tunnel, barely fitting through the tiny gap. Glowing stones were set into the rock walls around us, providing a bit of light.

“Let’s get you all to the bar,” Jolinda said. “You seem like you could use a stiff drink.”

“And a twelve-hour nap.”

We followed Jolinda through the tunnels, passing old mining carts and broken-down wooden supports. I heard the occasional skittering sound in the distance and prayed that it wasn’t giant spiders. They kept their distance, whatever they were. Nothing would screw with us while we were with Jolinda.

At one point, we had to climb along the wall where the floor of the tunnel had fallen away, but we made it safely across. By the time we reached the massive dome-shaped space that marked the main center of Hider’s Haven, I was ready for the drink that Jolinda had mentioned.

We stepped into the main atrium of the haven, and I searched for Ali and Haris.

“This is impressive,” Lachlan said.

I nodded, trying to see it through his eyes. I’d only been here once, but my opinion was colored by the panic and fear and bulldogged determination I’d felt back then. The battle had been huge, and I’d only been able to focus on winning it.

But Lachlan was right.

The place was impressive.

The domed ceiling soared hundreds of feet in the air, and the enormous space in the middle was filled with food stalls and little shops. Hallways containing apartments stretched deeper into the mines, though I couldn’t see far down any of them. Golden lights illuminated the whole place, which had a bustling and busy atmosphere. The people who lived here had made it into a home, at least. Full of outlaws, but a home nonetheless.

“I think they’ll be at the Cavern Pub,” Jolinda said. “Seen ‘em there before.”

“Lead the way,” I said.

She grinned and charged through the crowd. I followed, my friends behind me. We walked by stalls selling food, jewelry, clothes, dishes, and even pale white lizards. There were restaurant booths and bars, as well as a barber and seamstress. The place was a city built within a mountain.

We’d nearly reached the Cavern Pub when I spotted them. They sat at a little round table right under the flashing sign that floated in midair. It might have said Cavern Pub, but all I saw was Holy Fates, You Found Them in bright flashing letters.

I sprinted through the crowd, passing Jolinda with my sisters at my side.

“Ali! Haris!” I shouted.

They turned, surprise stretching across their faces. Both surged to their feet, their grins wide.

“You found us!” Haris grabbed me in a big hug and squeezed.

I clutched him back, then pulled away.

Ali released Rowan and Bree, then gave me a hug. “You were so quick, thank fates.”

“Sit,” Haris said. “You look like you could use a drink.”

“I look that bad?” I grinned and took the rickety chair next to him. Everyone else squeezed in around the table, Jolinda included, though she seemed to float more than sit on the chair.

“You look mad as hell, actually,” Ali said.

“I am.” The low-level rage that had been following me was ratcheting up. I was relieved to find my friends, but that relief just put the worry into stark contrast. The rest of them were still out there. “I’m pissed at the Fates.”

Bree squeezed my hand. “We’ll get them.”

A burly bartender bustled over to the table, his bushy white hair and mustache making him look a bit like Santa. The leather apron over his barrel chest smothered that effect, but when he laid down a tray of cold beer, it felt like Christmas. It might not be my bubbly pink favorite, but right now, it looked fabulous.

“On the house!” he boomed.

Definitely Christmas. But… “Why?”

“Don’t think I don’t recognize you, young ladies! Though you aren’t as young as you were when I saw you last. Mere children then!” His eyes sparkled with mirth.

“We were hardly children,” Bree said. “Teenagers.”

“Teenagers with jetpacks.” He grinned. “Like angels from above, liberating us from bandits. You won’t pay for a thing. Not while you’re here in the haven.”

Warmth spread to my cheeks. We’d saved the people in the haven because Uncle Joe had been here, caught up in the same ambush that had put everyone else at risk. To be fair, we’d have saved them even without Uncle Joe. But he’d been the reason we’d come out here in the first place.

I raised the glass. “Thank you.”

He smiled and clapped his hands together once, then turned and trundled off.

Ali leaned toward us. “So, you found us! We knew coming to Death Valley Junction was the best way to go.”

When the Protectorate had rescued Bree and me from Death Valley Junction last autumn, Ali and Haris had been on the team. They’d seen our strange little town. “Uncle Joe called me and told me you were here. Then Jolinda led us right to you.”

Jolinda grinned. “Had my eye on you, boys.”

“But we haven’t met before,” Ali said.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t spy on you. I’m a ghost. It’s the primary perk.”

“All right, then.” Haris raised a glass to her. “Just don’t peep when I’m in my knickers, aye?”

We all laughed.

“So, you went to find Uncle Joe?” Bree asked.

“Just luck,” Haris said. “We meant to come to Death Valley Junction but didn’t know about your Uncle Joe. The demons chased us all the way from Las Vegas, but we had a little head start on them. Soon as we got into Death Valley Junction, we went to the saloon.”

“That’s where all the good stuff goes down,” Ali said.

“And you ran into Uncle Joe, sitting at his corner of the bar.”

“Exactly.” Haris nodded. “He took one look at us and knew we were in trouble. When we told him what was going on, he mentioned you. Then he gave us his buggy and pointed us here. It was the safest plan.”

“The demons didn’t follow?” Lachlan asked.

“Oh, they did.” An evil smile stretched across Ali’s face. “But they didn’t have the vehicle we had. Didn’t make it halfway across the desert.” He shrugged, his expression turning dark. “But then, the other dangers came.”

“We’re lucky we made it this far,” Haris said. “Our magic isn’t exactly suited to the desert.”

“No, I guess not.” They were djinns and could possess other people’s bodies. It was a damned handy skill, but the long-range offensive magic was best in the desert. “But you’ve got mad fighting skills.”

“That we do.” Haris gave a little salute. “And it’s the only thing that got us here. Thank you for coming.”

“We knew you would,” Ali said.

Bree laughed. “So you sat down with a beer to wait.”

“Aye,” Ali said. “And recoup our strength. Which it looks like you could stand to do.”

“Just enough to get us strong enough to leave,” Rowan said. “Over eighty percent of the Protectorate members have been kidnapped. You’re our only good lead.”

Both Ali and Haris turned completely pale, their eyes stark in their faces.

“What?” Ali whispered.

“Not possible,” Haris said.

“Very possible.” I swallowed hard, then told them the story.

Ali leaned back in his chair and scrubbed a hand over his face. “So we were just part of a bigger operation.”

“But they failed with you,” Bree said. “Do you remember anything about them? Did you ever hear them say anything that would identify them?”

Haris frowned, clearly thinking back. “While we were running from them in Vegas, we hid in a warehouse behind some crates. One of them said to the other ‘we’ve got to get them back to the Labirinto di Orvieto before those bitches take our balls.’”

“Those bitches must be the Fates,” I said.

“But what is the Labirinto di Orvieto?” Lachlan asked.

There was silence all around.

Damn.

“Someone at the Protectorate might know,” I said. Not that there were many left to ask. “Did you learn anything else?”

“There was mention of a cathedral,” Haris said. “At least, I heard the word Cattedrale, and the internet said that was cathedral in Italian.”

“Good, that could help,” Rowan said.

“And they were Soriento demons,” Ali said. “Brutal. They always take the worst jobs for the lowest pay—because they like the fight.”

“Soriento sounds Italian,” Bree said.

“Aye, they might be from Italian myth,” Haris said. “Though I couldn’t say for sure.”

“This helps,” I said. “We’ll find out what Labirinto di Orvieto is. Where it is. Then we’ll save our friends.”

“In the meantime, we need to figure out how to get out of here,” Ali said. “All those challenges are in the desert, waiting to grab us again.”

“They’re right at the front door, now,” I said. “Chased us right up to the entrance.”

Ali and Haris paled.

“Is it possible to transport out?” Ali asked.

“Not from within the valley,” Rowan said. “We’d have to go over the mountain range that blocks us in.”

“If you try to go that way, you might make it,” Jolinda said. “Or they might get you. But I can hold them off. Give you a bit of a head start. Then you could transport out. It’d take you a fraction of the time compared to going back through the desert.”

“That’d be amazing,” I said. “Could we go now?”

“We’re too weak to go now,” Bree said.

She was right, and I hated it.

“Better to do it at midnight,” Jolinda said. “I’ll get my girls to help, but our magic is strongest at midnight.”

“That’s only six hours away,” Ali said.

“We’ll be rested and stronger. It’s a good plan,” Lachlan said.

I had to agree. I was so damned tired—and tapped out, magically—that we needed the rest.

“Okay, deal,” I said. “Then we’ll go hunt those bastards down.”

Once we’d finished our drinks and stood, the barkeep bustled back over, a big grin on his face. “Come with me. I have just the place for you to stay.” He gestured us forward.

“You can trust him,” Jolinda said.

“Okay, thank you.” I turned to Ali and Haris. “You’ve got a place for the night?”

“Aye,” Haris said. “We’ll meet you back here at eleven so we can get to the entrance by midnight.”

“Perfect.” I gave them both one last hug, as did Bree and Ana, then followed the barkeep toward the far wall.

He led us down the hallway that was dotted with doors on both sides. Some were swung open to reveal apartments done in various styles. When he stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, he swept out his arm. “Just for you, our saviors!”

“You’re going to like this,” Jolinda whispered. She’d become our unofficial tour guide. “I’ll see you at eleven.”

She drifted away as the barkeep pushed open the door to reveal a large apartment done up in shining golden wood and lamps made from massive hunks of amber. Light glowed from all around, illuminating the place in a soothing glow.

“Wow.” Bree stepped inside. “This place is amazing.”

“There are three bedrooms,” the barkeep said. “And two baths. Help yourself to anything.”

I turned to him. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. You saved us all those years ago.”

I smiled.

He left, and we turned back to the apartment. It was a living room and dining room, but all of the furniture was carved to look like trees.

“Talk about a nice guest suite,” Bree said. “I’m going to grab a bath and hit the hay, though.”

“We’ll share a bathroom,” Rowan said. “Ana, you’re on your own.”

I didn’t miss the eyebrow wiggle she shot toward Lachlan when he wasn’t looking. With three bedrooms, I had the choice of sleeping with one of my sisters but found that I preferred the idea of bunking with Lachlan instead. Frankly, it wasn’t a hard decision.

Bree and Rowan had already disappeared down the hall, so I followed Lachlan toward the bedroom at the far end. As soon as I stepped inside, I gasped. The bed was enormous, draped in shiny bronze sheets that gleamed under the light. The pillows looked like clouds.

“Oh, I could sleep in that forever,” I said. “But first, I need a bath.”

“You go first,” he said.

“A true gentleman.” I could invite him in—and part of me wanted to—but it was just a bit too soon. Reluctantly, I left him, heading for the doorway at the back of the room that I assumed held the bathroom.

And boy, was I right. The room was almost as big as the bedroom had been, the primary feature a sunken tub that was built right into the stone and full of sparkling water. A waterfall poured from the ceiling, gifted with some kind of amazing aquatic engineering that made it flow deep within a mountain. Lights glittered in the water, golden crystals set into the stone of the tub.

Muffin appeared at my side, his green eyes wide. I don’t like water, but even I would get in that thing.

I laughed. “Go away. You’re ruining my zen. And I can’t get naked if you’re here.”

I’ve seen it all before, cookie.

“You don’t sound impressed.”

You don’t look like a tuna fish to me, now do you?

“I think your heart has been stolen by Miss Kitty, the cat down at the Whiskey and Warlock.”

Muffin’s eyes got a faraway look at the memory of the cat who spent most of her time on a chair by the fire at our favorite pub. Ah, Miss Kitty. I think I’ll go pay her a visit.

“See that you do.”

He disappeared a moment later, and I shucked off my clothes and melted into the water like I was a stick of butter in a pan.

I sighed. It felt fantastic—warm and clean and deep. The water swirled around me as the lights glowed softly. The tension of the day drifted away, replaced by a serene calm that was downright heavenly.

Until I remembered what the ghosts of Dead Mountain had said.

Half a Dragon God.

Had I really not finished coming into my powers? The idea made me nervous. I was going to need to figure that out, and pronto.

With my zen ruined, I climbed out of the water. I really ought to let Lachlan get cleaned up, anyway.

A nook in the corner revealed soft brown towels, which I wrapped around my hair and body.

“It’s free!” I called as I walked out of the bathroom.

Lachlan turned from where he was looking at a painting on the wall. His eyes widened at the sight of me, then heated. “I could get used to this view.”

I looked down. I was almost entirely obscured by the massive fluffy towel. “Really?”

“Really.” He caught my gaze. “You look happy. And this feels…more real, somehow.”

The words didn’t mean much on the surface, but I got what he meant. Real, like we were in a real relationship.

I smiled, then strode toward him. As soon as I reached him, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. A low groan rumbled in his chest, then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to him.

The kiss took my breath away, making my head spin and every nerve ending light up with pleasure.

Finally, he pulled away. “I’m too dirty to touch you.”

I grinned and resisted a bad joke, then stepped back and shooed him toward the bathroom. “I promise, you’re not going to want to miss what’s in there.”

Lachlan left, and I found a set of clean women’s pajamas stacked on a shelf. There were several pairs in different sizes, and it wasn’t hard to find one that suited me. Dressed, I made quick work of climbing into the bed. It swallowed me up like a cloud, the sheets cool and soft.

Lachlan didn’t spend nearly as much time in the bath as I had, and it was probably a good thing. I’d have been asleep if he waited much longer.

“You’re right. That was amazing,” he said.

“Wasn’t it, though?” I pointed to the shelf. “You’ll find sleep clothes over there.”

“Thanks.”

I resisted spying on him as he put on a clean pair of shorts, then joined me in the bed. Lachlan’s weight depressed the mattress, but only a bit. I rolled over to join him on his side through sheer effort alone.

His warmth immediately enveloped me, and I sighed as I drifted into his arms. The aches in my muscles faded away.

“This feels amazing,” I said.

“Aye, couldn’t agree more.”

I lay there, my body buzzing with tension. We were pressed right up against each other. No matter how tired I was, I couldn’t help but want to kiss him.

I glanced up at him. The light shining on his face was familiar, somehow.

A thought tugged at the corner of my mind. A memory. “There was something I’ve been wanting to ask you, but I keep forgetting. Or the time wasn’t good.”

“What is it?”

“When we were in the fairytale forest, the Cheshire cat offered you the deepest wish of your heart if you would turn me over. But you didn’t, of course. What did you want though? What was the wish?” I could still remember his expression. Like longing, but something unrecognizable too.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his full lips. He looked down, his dark eyes catching mine. “That’s easy.”

“Well, spit it out.” I probably shouldn’t be poking him about something so personal, but I couldn’t help it.

“You,” he said. “I wanted you.”

“Me?” Shock and warmth flooded through me. “But we hardly knew each other then.”

“I knew enough. Something about you makes me feel like I’ve known you forever. Your courage, strength, commitment, beauty. I knew you when I saw you, Ana. And I wanted you.”

The warmth exploded into a full-blown inferno. “Wanted? What about present tense? Like, now?”

A low groan rumbled from his chest. “Like you don’t know.”

I didn’t wait another second. I climbed onto him and pressed my lips to his. He pulled me closer and devoured me, the heat of him burning me up inside. I moaned, pressing myself against him.

It was a whirlwind, thoughts and feelings and heat and sensation. And I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough.