“Excellent. Thanks, George.” Tenn shoved it back in his jeans’ pocket and marched for the door. “Come on, Franks. I’ll go with you.”

I hurried after him. “Are we taking a dragon?”

“No, I want them here in case they’re needed⁠—”

“You’re going to fly her?” Tim asked, his voice raised an octave with worry. “Haven?”

Tenn paused at the front door and half-turned to face his uncle. “I don’t want you without a way to move. I can fly fast, and unlike the dragons, I can see her magic, so it’ll go faster.”

“Haven—”

“If we get into any trouble, I just tug on this braid and Koth will find us, if Elan hasn’t already sent him out.” Tenn yanked the door open. “I’m not asking. This is what we’re doing. Call us if anything happens.”

Tim’s sigh was full of concern, but I didn’t blame him. It seemed every time we left Eden, someone got hurt. I tried to give everyone an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up, but no one smiled back. Their faces were grim and tense. When I turned back to catch up to Tenn, I found him in full Haven-mode, as I was now referring to it, with his wings and armor. Michael’s sword was gripped tightly in his left hand.

“I’m not going to drop you, Frankie. You can put that face away.”

I snort-laughed and stopped in front of him. “Honestly, I know better than to doubt you or Tegan at this point. Let’s get this over with so we can get your girl back on her feet, yeah?”

His face went tight and his eyes darkened. He leapt forward, then suddenly we were shooting up into the air, I hadn’t even seen or felt him grab me it happened so fast. His right arm was wrapped snug around my waist, holding my back against his chest so we were both looking outward.

“Hold that bracelet out, Frodo.”

I thrust my wrist forward. Right now, the stones just looked like pretty pale-blue stones with little gold symbols etched into them. “Guide us to holy sand, please.”

My blue magic flashed within the stones, turning those symbols a glowing neon-pink. The runes lifted up off my bracelet and swirled together in a little pink tornado before forming into an arrow.

“I’ll keep my arm out. You just get us there as fast as humanly possible.”

“Humanly possible?” He chuckled. “Or my usual non-human speed?”

“Always non-human with you, Tenn. Always.” I grinned. “And if you drop me, just be sure to catch me before I go splat.”

“I’d hate to suffer the wrath of your Everest if I let you go splat.” We darted forward in the direction the arrow moved. “Maybe close your eyes.”

I squeezed them shut without hesitation. “Tell me when to open.”