Ava’s POV
“Be careful, Ava,” Steve warned as we approached the gleaming car parked outside.
I nodded slowly, my thoughts spinning. “If this does the trick,” I murmured, sliding into the passenger seat, “I’ll be heading back to the human world.”
“Your kids,” Steve said, his voice warm and genuine, “they’ll be thrilled to have you home.”
“I bet they will,” I whispered, my eyes flicking to the shiny bulk of the car. “Nice ride you’ve got, by the way.”
The car’s polished exterior bounced the sunlight back like a mirror, throwing reflections everywhere. Inside, it felt cozy, the leather seats soft and yielding under my touch, the dashboard glowing with a faint blue hue that screamed high-tech.
“So why’d I end up on that psycho horse?” I muttered, staring out the window at the scenery whip
