Bianca
Twenty minutes later, Isaac and I stood in the field beside his plane, both of us now dressed in warm clothes suitable for flying. I’d changed out of my mother’s soaked dress and into dark jeans, sturdy boots, and a thick wool sweater that Elara had found for me. Isaac wore similar gear—dark pants and a heavy knit sweater beneath his leather flight jacket.
The rain had picked up even more since we had left the tavern, and the wind was stronger now, making the plane’s wings rock slightly even though it was secured to the ground. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself, but shivered nonetheless.
“Are you certain you want to come?” Isaac asked, raising his voice over the howling wind. His golden hair whipped around his face as he watched me shiver. “This weather is only ge
