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I stared at the spot of dirt between two sizable firs, but no matter how many times I blinked, I didn’t see anything threatening.

“Their perimeter spell is intermittent.” Dina shook her head, standing tall. “It’s so subtle that it’s barely noticeable.”

Chelsea rubbed her arms. “I sensed a hint of magic, but I assumed it was because the coven comes out here periodically to practice their craft. How in the moon goddess did you sense it?”

Shrugging, Dina stood, holding the hem of her dress so it wouldn’t hit the spell. “I… I don’t know. It was as if the magic called to me.”

“Thank gods it did.” I moved so I could place a hand on her shoulder. “Or we’d have lost the element of surprise.” Not that we’d get much farther without alerting the guards on the perimeter run or the witches. Our time in stealth mode was running out.

“Whoa.” Jack raised his hands. “Are you telling me the witches created a minefield of perimeter magic?”

Dina bobbed her head. “That’s a good metaphor. They’ve spelled c