Chapter Twenty-One
We came out the front doors of the medieval castle in the heart of Orlando. The Arthurian stronghold was a true brick-and-mortar castle, but the front was a luxury hotel. An exclusive luxury hotel where no mere mortal had ever been admitted.
Once the drawbridge was raised, we were confronted with a scene out of a dystopian novel. The streets of Orlando were cluttered with immobile cars. There wasn’t a soul about in the darkness. Even nearby homes were cast in shadows.
With the ley line’s doorway into the park blown to bits, thanks to the military, we headed back to the park on foot. Not all of us walked on two feet.
The shifters ran on four legs. Loren tried to climb on Saka’s back, but Tres took one arm and Arthur another and hefted her onto a magical steed from the
