“It’s the only way? Can’t you just practice your magic or something?” Back in her world, Sailor had told her that was how it worked despite Aidan’s claim to the contrary and the male witch telling her not to use her magic for minor things.

“Well, at least someone is enjoying this whole mess.” Lily wondered if she was just fated to keep getting stuck in these supernatural situations, whether here or in her own world. All she had wanted was to finally have a normal life, make friends, and maybe find love… Was that too much to ask for a witch?

That little nudge brought her out of her thoughts but she hesitated a moment. She’d spent her life holding herself apart from people and it was rare for her to be magically connected to anyone like this; she could count those people on one hand. (And there was the matter of that nearly obscene stunt the sorcerer pulled just a few minutes ago!)

Still, she relented, having no desire to become a demon’s dinner. Perhaps, Lezard could sense the less positive aspects of her soul—the loneliness, the insecurity, the awkwardness—as well as a strong protective streak.

And slow-witted or not, the creature below had spotted them. With a roar, it quickened its pace up the mountain.