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Gwin’s fingers dug into Lance’s thigh. It wasn’t a ploy at seduction, unfortunately. It was to hold on as he took one after another hairpin turn on the roads to Carnac.
Once again, they found themselves watching the sun tuck its rays beneath the horizon. They’d had to reroute their journey from Paris to Carnac, which was at the edge of Brittany just before the land fell into the sea.
There was no ley line access to the area that they knew of. Arthur and the others were making the same trek via vehicle across France. Since Lance and Gwin had to detour, the others would most certainly arrive first.
“When we get there,” said Lance, “I need you to stay back.”
They were within the city limits. The last few rays of the sun painted the horizon a shade between orange and red. To Gwin, it l
