“Greg’s just worried about Sara,” Roland said after we climbed into one of the SUVs. “She’s like a little sister to him, and it really tore him up when he thought she was dead.”
I watched the blond man go back into the apartment. “Is he staying here?”
“No, he’s grabbing his stuff and going to stay with his aunt in Dallas for a week. Then he’s going to Philly.”
“Good.”
The flight was short, but I spent every minute wondering how I was going to find Sara when we landed. Eldeorin had said his place was near Santa Cruz, but he hadn’t given us the address before he’d left. Was he telling the truth about the house? Even now, Sara could be in Faerie where I would never reach her.
We landed at the San Jose airport where Tristan had several Expeditions waiting for us in a private hangar to tak
