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Pan wasn’t sure if running into them was a good plan or the worst possible outcome. “We ask them for help.”

And hoped they were in the mood to help—though they might refuse out of spite when they realized who he was. And then he’d be forced to offer them a favor.

He didn’t like owing people anything, especially not centaurs.

CHAPTER19

Pan wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but Noah ended up in the front of the car with the map and Liam while he was stuck in the back with Web. Web wanted to know everything about incubi, especially how they fed. Having been at numerous orgies with an incubus or three, they were easy questions to answer.

Web’s obvious interest, from the way he looked at him, to the way he angled his body, was flattering, but was not doing anything for him physically, or magically. The latter was disappointing as he’d been hoping Noah’s witch friends might give him a little boost.

Web’s fingertips brushed over his hand. If he did that one more time, Pan was going to attempt to impale him on his curly little horns. It would be unsuccessful but entertaining to listen as Web squealed and scrambled to escape the moving car.

Pan glanced at Noah, but he was too busy reading the map to notice.

Or maybe he didn’t care.

He didn’t like that thought at all. He wanted Noah to care for the simple reason that if he didn’t, he may not want to help with the magic issue.

“We get together every full moon to celebrate…would you be interested in joining us?” Web murmured.

“That depends on what you do,” Pan said, trying to be both polite and disinterested at the same time. He needed more than a kiss to access enough magic to turn Web into a spider, and a waste of what little magic he managed to grab hold of. However, it would be immensely satisfying.

Noah had left out a few things about his friends, such as the way he and Liam had once been lovers. Not that Pan was jealous. He’d forgotten the names of most of his lovers over the centuries, and that didn’t include worshippers. But Web had really wanted him to know that detail.

Noah glanced back at him, his gaze flicking to Web, who had his arm on the back of the seat, and then to Pan. “Drumming, chanting, and stuff.”

“You should hear Noah sing. We’ve gotten some gigs at festivals,” Liam said. “I drum, and Web plays the cello.”

“I don’t play the cello on full moons,” Web grumbled.

“Is it bad luck?” Pan asked.

The car lurched to a stop.

Liam peered out of the front window. “Guys…I think we might be walking.”

The road they were on wound between two hills. One of those hills was now rubble on the road that would take an ogre days to move.

Pan opened the door and tried to get out. The seatbelt dragged him back. Before he could work it out, Web had undone it for him.

He gave the human a tight smile and indulged in a little pettiness by offering no thanks, then jumped out, glad to be away from him. He pretended to examine the rock fall, though it was impossible to tell if it had happened during the collapse of his world or if it had been caused by a herd of centaurs seeking to protect their territory.

“Do you actually have a plan?” Noah whispered as he moved to stand next to him.

“Aside from roaming the hills to find the dragon? No. Do you?”Do you have a plan to keep Web from trying to glue himself to me?

But he suspected the answer to that question was also no.

“Can you call to her, in Dragon?”

Pan nodded. “Though that will not help if she’s dead.”

“Let’s pretend that she’s alive and injured.” Liam handed Noah one pack and shrugged into the other himself.

Web drew in a breath and closed his eyes as if reaching for magic. “Now we’re out here, we should douse for her. And pray that the spirits who live here will assist.”

Web had the act down, much like the mediums who’d claimed to speak to the dead.