Twenty-Three
Maybe the universe was taking pity on me, because I didn’t dream at all when I finally managed to fall asleep a little after four in the morning. Although that didn’t mean it was a restful sleep. My body ached from unknown pains and at least twice I could dimly recall waking up to the scent of soured fruit coating me like a sugary syrup as my magic fought off some unseen foe.
I was about to start looking for a cab around five o’clock when Iain’s car pulled up in front of us. “Figured you didn’t need the added expense of a cabbie driving you to the airport. They charge you an arm and a leg to head that way.”
Settling in the front seat again while Desmond and J.T. handled getting our bags into the back, I studied the older man’s face in profile. He looked older than he had th
