A prepacked black duffel bag, which Honora had ready for a quick getaway, sat on the floor of her closet. The bag contained a few changes of clothes, extra flying goggles, and a bag of gold. She changed into an all-weather flying suit, boots, and an insulated leather jacket. Luckily, she also had an extra pair of men’s cargo pants and a jacket, which she handed to Jonathan. “Put these on. I’ve got a long-sleeved T-shirt in here, too.” She pulled out more clothes in an array of universal man-sized stuff left there by ex-boyfriends, flying club buddy Jonas, and Sawyer. “Grab whatever fits. We’re going for dark colors that blend in and will keep you warm.” Once they were changed and Jonathan’s clothes packed, Honora whistled for Barnaby, who descended from the rafters in a ruffle of feathers. “Time to fly, boy.” She scribbled a note to Vivi and attached a tiny scroll to her familiar’s leg, cryptically letting her sister know that the potion had worked and that she was headed underground.
