Page 63 of Twilight's Herald


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Liam finished locking his door, joining me on the top step.

A thought occurred to me, and I glanced at Connor. "Do you even know how to drive?"

It would make sense if he didn't. The Fae mostly kept to their own realms. None of which had human inventions, I was betting.

Cars and planes and the like were entirely new to him.

"I'm learning," he said stiffly.

"Not in Gwyneth, you're not."

He cast a regretful look at the car but didn't protest.

Nathan tossed the car keys to me. "Don't worry, A. I didn't let anything happen to your precious steed."

Connor looked away and I narrowed my eyes, not sure I believed him. Something told me Connor may have had a recent driving lesson—in my car.

"Any news?" Liam asked Nathan.

The enforcer shook his head. "Nothing new. All is quiet."

"Alright, call the team," Liam said. "I want to meet with them as soon as we get to the Gargoyle."

Nathan's gaze moved between Liam and me. "Is there something I should know?"

Liam's eyes lingered on me as he said in a droll voice, "Lots."

"What'd you do in one night?" Nathan asked me.

Conner shifted next to him, darting a regretful look Liam's way.

"I'm sure Liam will fill you in," I said, starting for my car.

Liam stopped me. "You realize Thomas will have to be told."

I grimaced. Yes, that had occurred to me.

"I don't suppose we could skip that part and pretend we did?" I asked, knowing that was impossible.

Liam's look was smug. "Your dread over dealing with him makes this whole matter almost worthwhile."

He stepped past me, heading to his car.

"Glad someone thinks so," I muttered.

"Nephew, you're with me. Nathan, you can ride with Aileen."

Connor hesitated, looking between me and Liam.

"Go. I'll see you later," I told him.

I unlocked the car by touching the door handle and slid inside, Nathan doing the same on the passenger side.

He cast a sidelong look at me as I started the car. "You want to explain or are you going to make me guess?"

Liam pulled out, heading down the driveway. I followed.

"Why spoil the surprise when guessing is so much more fun?" I asked.