“We live about ten miles northwest of here, but it’s surrounded by trees, so you’ll need to leave your car.” “How will we get there?” Layla asked, parking between two faded, yellow lines. “Fly.” “But I don’t know how.” “It’s easy, but if you’re worried, you can fly with me.” “Okay,” she agreed, trying to ignore her queasy stomach. “What about my things?” Quin glanced at the stuffed back seat. “Morrigan made sure your house has everything you need, but if you want your things tonight, I can send them for you.” “Really?” “Yes, but it might take a while.” Layla hated to ask for more favors, but would be more comfortable having at least some of her clothes with her. She looked at the back seat, searching for the bag containing some old favorites as well as the clothes she bought the day she found out she was adopted. “I don’t need them all right now, but can you send that one?” “This one?” “Yes.” As soon as she answered, the bag vanished, making her jolt.
