Lights marched down the roads to make bright boxes with cross streets until the city was reduced to a simple pattern of lights and darks. The wide grey river traversed it all at an irregular slant, not conforming to the manmade city’s lines and angles, but snaking and twisting through on its own terms. Ruby closed her eyes and made a silent wish that she and Ares would survive the night. The winged sandals flew them northward. The lights became scattered and more spread out. A thicker grey swath of river, the Columbia, passed beneath them. Smaller cities and towns appeared below, a smattering of lights nestled into the great deep forests of the Pacific Northwest. Ruby let her head fall against Ares’s chest and concentrated on his heartbeat, strong and sure, and endless. Nothing but calm energy flowed off of him. She breathed in his scent. The cold drizzle fell on her face, but she was amazed at how comfortable she was beneath the soft Golden Fleece. Ares was only partially covered by it.
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