Epilogue
Dutchie ran ahead, tail wagging. Jace and I followed at a more sedate pace, the Cherokee idling a few feet behind us. There hadn’t been any question of traveling here by djinn methods, not once I had my father’s Jeep back.
“Smell like home, girl?” I asked, bending to scratch behind the dog’s ears as she happily wuffled around in the fresh grass that had grown up in front of the gate.
Jace came over to stand next to me. His hand rested on the padlock attached to the chain I’d wrapped around the wrought iron of the gate grille. “Do you have the key for this?”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Do I need a key?”
“No,” he replied, flashing me that grin I loved so much. He made a pinching movement with his thumb and forefinger, and the padlock fell away, the metal twisted as if a giant
