Not much further, and she’d be there. She jumped through the wards as the magic tingled over her skin. She whipped her head back and forth, eyes jumping everywhere. A glance back down at her watch told her that she was right on time. The champagne glasses that had been following her began tapping on her back, trying to get her attention. Tears pricked her eyes, fearing she may have been too late when she heard the whistle. Taking off at a run again, she pushed her already straining muscles, toward the grove of trees where the sound had come from.