CHAPTER 12
"A heads-up would've been nice," I pointed out. We were walking towards the only other vehicle in the parking lot, a jeep with huge lights mounted on its roof.
"I just gave you one," Kip said, grabbing a small backpack from the backseat. He put his arm around me. "Don't worry, they're nice guys. And they know what they're doing."
Regret and fear were fighting a cage match in the pit of my stomach, threatening to take me down for the count. Focus on getting through this, Jamie.
"Don't we need miner lights on our heads?" I asked in an effort to distract myself.
"Looks like someone did her homework," Kip said. "Ten points to Gryffindor, Hermione." He stopped to unzip his backpack and pulled out two headbands with lights attached to the front.
"Shabby chic." I strapped the din
