XV
“How long until we arrive?” Miri asked.
Earl, until now, had been staring ahead dutifully, his hands on the wheel even though the car was on autopilot.
He glanced in the rearview mirror. Lucan was snoring. Then he turned to the professor and grinned. “About twenty minutes now, Miss.”
Miri couldn’t sleep. She’d tried to rest her head against the window, but it was cold. Besides, she couldn’t stop thinking about Old Dark. About her thesis and whether all the things she wrote were true. She kept playing the same facts in her head over and over, until she decided that she had thought about the matter enough for now.
“What part of town are you from, Earl?” Miri asked.
“The North Side,” Earl said.
“Any elven blood?”
With his broad stature he looked more human than elf, but one always
