She’d been bent over the supplies when she straightened up, pulling down her cowl so she could speak. “I’ve summoned as many charms as I could, and the plane should be fairly well protected,” she said, her lips tipping downward. “Thankfully, we’ve missed the worst of the weather, but the front moving through is still going to cause us some seriously uncomfortable turbulence.”
I frowned. “You didn’t clear the weather, did you? I don’t want to be bothered by any nosy researchers.” The storm which kept us all locked down on Isla Lobo had been a bit of a blessing in that regard. Even if Faulkner had the mind to chase us, he wouldn’t have been able to. While I doubted anyone was following us now, the more cover we had, the safer we’d be. I didn’t want to be disturbed, regardless of age-old riv
