“Drive,” Todd and Nick ordered together. Nick took the syranes’ dress from the carriage seat and wadded it up under an arm.
Drew clucked to the horse and the carriage rattled forward. Nick was a little worried the thing would fall apart. He lifted the syrane while Todd used the longer ends of the poncho to more effectively tie her up. He took the odd material the syrane had worn and tied that to the poncho as well. True to his word, Drew guided the horse through the lesser-traveled streets, and within ten minutes or so, Nick smelled the sweet scent of lake water mixed with fish and seaweed.
The place Drew took them to didn’t simply have no traffic; it was a little section of road leading down to a narrow stretch of beach. There was a row of small sheds blocking the beach’s view from the
