Watson
“Do those hiking boots have heels?” I demand.
“Bite me,” Key snaps.
“Gladly.”
We’ve been walking for nearly three hours. The jet managed a bruising, ball-busting landing right onto a sweeping expanse of gold and green grass in the Scottish countryside. Bounding down the airstairs, a fierce kind of freedom gripped my chest. I’ve never been to Scotland before. Spring is just coming across the land here, too. Pops of color and bursts of life caress the sides of the red and brown mountains.
The plane had only remained long enough to unload Key’s belongings – two huge suitcases and a rolling metal box the size of a minifridge. She refused to tell me what might be inside. She’d changed her outfit, magicking on sturdy hiking gear, complete with matching footwear. I’d nearly choked, sh
