By the time the humming Micra met its first major roundabout, Alasdair had only just managed to find a way to sit without doing any of his vulnerable parts serious injury.
“s**t!” Blake declared from the front seat. “This one has eight roads going into it!”
eightAlasdair glanced through the space between the front seats and had to close his eyes at the dizzying rate their little chariot chewed up the road.
This was definitely not in the world of mortals—though he would endure even this wild ride to see his home island again. Alasdair was beginning to have very affectionate feelings for his humble cottage.
He was even thinking fondly of his sharp-tongued gran.
Justine touched Blake’s arm, her voice low and soothing. “Don’t worry, you can do it. We’ll help. Right, Morgan?”
The sorceres
