‘It’s not safe!’
‘Then we’ll swap clothes. I’ll pretend to be you.’ Before El could stop her, Callie snatched up the scarlet gown and pulled it over her head. ‘No one will know the difference. You can stay here in my place and … I dunno — maybe you can find a way to get us home?’ She tipped some water into the bowl and hastily washed her hands and face.
‘But you can’t leave the tower. Remember what happened to the Lady of Shalott?’ El caught hold of Callie’s gown.
‘I have to go, don’t you see? It’s my last chance to meet Lancelot.’ Callie wiped her face dry on her sleeve. ‘Anyway, it’s my decision, not yours. But don’t worry about it. No one can make me lie down in a boat and die of love if I don’t want to. Nothing’s going to happen to me.’
‘I don’t think you should go outside, Callie,
