He looked at Taylor, who was watching him curiously. “Just in case,” he explained. “Look!” Samantha exclaimed. Taylor saw that both flying angels now had passengers, most likely Chris and Kiren, who had teleported onto their backs, clutching at their feathers to keep from being thrown off by the force of their speedy flight, like cowboys riding bareback with only the horses’ manes to hold on to. Taylor felt powerless against what was to come. And she was. Whether she stood here and watched, ran back into the depths of the Lair, or even threw herself off of the mountain, it would all be too late to save them now. Maybe they won’t all die, she thought. Her mind didn’t permit her to be any more optimistic than that. Not at this moment. In contrast, Sam said, “It will be alright, Tay.” She squeezed her hand in support. Seconds later, barely within the five minute limit mandated by Dionysus, the two angels and their passengers arrived at the first line of would-be executioners.
