CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
BRITA SHOVED HER HAIR off her damp forehead with shaky hands. “Remind me to kill your brother when we’re done here,” she told Percy.
Percy made an imaginary checkmark on the air. “Kill Godric. Check.”
“That last barrel roll was entirely unnecessary.”
Percy lifted an eyebrow as Sam Cooper chuckled. “You thought the first one was necessary?”
“Well he had to miss that gaggle of geese, didn’t he?”
Percy frowned. “He wouldn’t have had to engage in evasive maneuvers if he hadn’t been flying several thousand feet below the flight pattern.”
Brita tugged her damp shirt from her chest. “There is that.”
Sam shook his head as he knocked on the bright pink door in front of them. “No wonder Pleasance has sworn off flying with your brother,” he told Percy.
“She’s a smart woman
