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“Hold on!” Orion yelled.
He slammed on the brakes. We fishtailed and skidded to a stop some fifty yards down the road.
“You wanted the other pedal!” I snapped at him.
He shook his head as he fumbled inside the wizard cloak. “We can’t outrun them. They’re too fast. Aha!” Orion pulled out his small leather bag with the silver dust and grabbed my hand. He poured a little bit into my palm and clasped my fingers around the dust. “Don’t throw it until you see the whites of their eyes. Now stay here, I’ll be right back.” He opened his door and stepped out.
I leaned across his seat and glared at him. “They don’t have any white in their eyes!”
“Then toss it when you think you’ve got a good shot!” he called back as the wind picked up around him.
The swirling breeze swept the fluf
