Bender drove for three hours. I didn't ask where we were going and they didn't tell me. The signs said we were in Pennsylvania somewhere, and that was good enough for me, at least for now. I sniffed the air every thirty seconds now, had to remind myself of it until it became a habit, and nobody had followed us.
By the time Bender stopped in front of two huge gates in a very quiet neighborhood, the sun had just started to rise. The house in front of us was four stories high with a dark roof and white exterior, huge windows and doors that screamed of money. The smell of spells was suffocating—they had at least ten different kinds around there, but nothing stopped us when Bender drove the car to the side of the house. A white garage door slid open, though I hadn't even seen him press a button somewhere, and in no time, we were enveloped in darkness.
Bender let out a sigh of relief. "We'll be fine for now."
