They’d changed planes in Houston before heading to Paris, and nearly fifteen hours later, they were less than an hour away from their final destination. Which couldn’t come sooner, really. His brain was numb, but he couldn’t sleep because he was too paranoid. He could call on his father’s spell quickly now that he’d pulled off the first cast, and he didn’t want her caught in the daylight. Especially around all of these humans. The moment the sun had risen in the sky, he’d taken Rho’s hand and held on as if his life depended on it. And in a way, it did. She’d become the center of his universe, the axis around which his world turned. Nothing could happen to her on his watch. He simply couldn’t exist without her. Rho had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and short of straight-up drooling on him, she was out so hard he hoped he wouldn’t have to pull another snatch-and-drag just to get her up again. People disapproved of that kind of thing on airplanes.
