Chapter 20: Return
He shouldn’t be here.
I’d tell him that, if I wasn’t in such a rush to put him to work.
“They’re almost there. Hurry!” I dart in circles as if it’ll nudge him to greater speed.
But Ravel always chooses his own pace. “Not quite the greeting I was hoping for. I’ve come a long way to see you, you know?”
“What about “innocent kids are gonna get killed” aren’t you getting right now?”
“All work and no play,” he sighs. “Darling, you’re no fun at all.”
“Less talk. More running.”
“I would never.” He grimaces in exaggeratedly fastidious distaste.
At least he’s moving in the right direction, I guess? He’s the last person I expected to save the day, but when he stepped through the barrier calling my name, he opened up a whole host of new possibilities. Better yet, for some
