17. Free at Last
Danny seemed to be walking so slowly that time almost stopped. I knew it was only my perception. Everything was spinning so quickly that I thought I was going to lose consciousness.
“I’d like to get off the ride now, please,” I whispered. “I think I’ve had enough.”
I felt someone stroke my hair, then heard a growl, followed by a low and heated discussion about me and what was considered appropriate and not.
“Don’t argue,” I moaned, “everything’s spinning too fast for you to argue. You’ll get thrown off the roundabout if you don’t hold on properly.”
“Does she really think she’s on some sort of ride?” Drake asked.
“No,” Danny chuckled. “It’s just her way of letting us know she’s back.”
“Round and round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows.”
“She’s deliriou
