17
Matthew, Caius and I hurried out of the house. The night sky greeted us, as did an unwelcome voice.
“My goodness, Matthew!” Mrs. Shrilt called to us.
“Where you going this late?” her son shouted.
“For a walk,” I answered as I made for the expansive beach.
Caius, however, grabbed my hand and steered Matthew down the road toward the market. “We’re supposed to be going this way, remember?” he asked us.
I blinked at him before a wink told me the back story. “Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I guess I forgot.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Matthew chimed in. “It shouldn’t take us very long to get to the cliffs so we can have a fun flight.”
Caius led us up the next street and down a block before he released us. We paused at the opening to the market. The stalls were empty but for the long shadow
