20
“Time to begin.” Eric’s words were a relief since I had been lying there pretending to sleep for who knew how long.
Darkness had fallen in earnest now. Streetlamps lit the wide path even though there were no tourists to be seen, and bright beams of light shone on the Statue of Liberty.
“Was it some sort of feminist thing?” Devon asked lightly, all traces of his talk with Eric brushed away.
“I’m not sure I understand. Nudla,” Eric said, and his coat was drycleaner-fresh with a tiny hiss.
“The Ladies chose their emergency exit from the Library to be at Lady Liberty.” Devon brushed his coat off by hand.
I gave my coat a firm shake and used the same spell Eric had. The grass disappeared, but it didn’t get the nice pressed lines on the sleeves Eric’s had.
“More a matter of convenience
