By the Enchantment of Moonlight (The Forbidden Realm #2.5) by Serena Gilley

Surely he wasn’t watching himself.
    He must have seen the question in her eyes. “I intended to give one to you, to hide it in your pouch.”
    “You were going to spy on me?” she asked him.
    “Obviously, I changed my mind. See? Both stones. We can attach the magic for the temporary shield to Devin’s stone so that he’s covered no matter where he goes.”
    She nodded. “All right. That’s a good idea. We should be able to make the shield just big enough to surround him and cover his car or boat.”
    Devin seemed confused, but he took the stone Swift offered to him. It was just a tiny pebble in his huge, human hand. “So I just carry this with me and I’m in some kind of magical bubble?”
    “Something like that,” Pimma said.
    “And you can use that other stone to keep tabs on me?”
    “Yes. It responds to emotion. We will know if you need our assistance, if things are going well, or if you are being deceptive,” Pimma assured him. “But hopefully we will meet Amarie soon, so we won’t need to monitor you long. She claims to have friends who might be able to help keep you safe.”
    “I sure can use a few friends right now,” Devin said, shaking his head and looking sadly at Blake sprawled in his backseat, limp and listless, but breathing. “It seems there are fewer and fewer of them I can trust.”
    Pimma certainly knew that feeling. “All right. Hold out that stone.”
    He did. She glanced at Swift and he nodded. She pulled a pinch of dust out of her pouch and concentrated on her intent. Wishes worked best, but she wasn’t a Wish Fairy, so she’d had to learn to guide her magic through rational intent. She did best with rational things; that’s why she’d been made an advocate. It was a good fit for her and seldom required her to fabricate complex magic like this. Still, she’d had well-rounded training. There was no doubt she could do what needed to be done.
    The dust glittered in the smoky air as she tossed it over Devin’s outstretched hand. It fell into his palm then swirled and circled, spiraling toward the stone until it glowed with a warm, amber aura. She could feel the magic flow through her and knew the shield was set properly. She did peek over at Swift to make sure he agreed.
    He smiled at her. “Good job. The shield is steady and strong.”
    He was impressed with her, she could tell. She read it in his eyes, the admiration as well as the respect. She liked that. A lot.
    “You should go now,” he said to Devin. “Once you are out of our sight, we won’t be able to find you again without the Watcher Stone. That means Miranda won’t, either. Even if she knows about your boat, she won’t be able to find it. Get help for your friend, and good luck.”
    Devin nodded and thanked them, then got into his car and drove off. Swift checked his Watcher Stone. “It seems to be working. We can follow his progress wherever he goes. So far, so good.”
    Pimma finally felt she could relax a little. There was no sign of Miranda, but of course they couldn’t count on her staying away. It wasn’t time to get complacent yet.
    “Let’s keep an eye on Devin until he gets to his boat, then go to the lighthouse and meet Amarie,” Swift said.
    “No argument here. I want to get as far away from this place as possible before Miranda comes back.”
    “All right, then,” Swift said, reaching for her hand and giving it a tight, comforting squeeze. “Let’s go get more deeply involved in this mess.”

Chapter Seven
    T he lighthouse sat far out on a rocky breakwall, pounded by waves from the Great Lake and not very hospitable for humans. The top deck was high above it all, a narrow catwalk made for nothing more than occasional access to the bright bulb that shined inside huge reflectors atop the structure. Humans needed such things to navigate safely on the rough waters. It was no wonder they all wanted magic.
    For now, though, Pimma could put humans and danger far from her mind. She and Swift had