She shot a don't be an idiot glance in Trelawney's direction, but it was too late—she had already taken off for the shoreline. Maeve was disinclined to follow.

"The worst thing we can do is split up," the redhead pointed out loud enough for the departing witch to hear, voice confident in spite of the fact that the hairs at the back of her neck stood on edge: something was wrong about this place.