Warwick snorted at Andris’s response, causing me to shoot a glare at him.
“The one thing that doesn’t make sense is the boat.” I went back to the journal, pointing at the symbol. “It has no reason to be there. It doesn’t seem to represent anything.”
“Actually, it does.” Andris pinched his brow, glancing at Warwick.
I twisted to Warwick, his fingers tugging at his lip, his head bobbing.
“The night of the war, all roads there were pretty much destroyed by the surge of magic, the castle on the hill left in ruins. Afterward, no one wanted to rebuild or be anywhere near that area. The land was avoided;people went around, found other ways. There were whisperings about it being haunted by the fallen. Cursed.” Warwick flicked his chin back at the journal. “The lone way in and out... is by boat.”
“I’d like to cross the Tisza by boat. By boat, only by boat.”
In this case, it was the Danube.
“We need a boat to get there?” Their heads affirmed my question. “I’m certain I can steal one of those.” I picked up the journal, pressing it to my chest. “Can’t be much different from a train.”
“You are going theretonight?” Andris’s eyebrow curved up.
“Yes.” I nodded. “Every second is crucial.”
“Let me remind you that you are going to the very location the fae war took place, twenty years to the night?”
“Don’t tell me you’re superstitious?” I slanted my head, my tangled hair falling down my arm.
“This world has taught me not to be so skeptical.”
“I’m going,nagybacsi.”Uncle.
“Impulsive and stubborn, like your father.” He clicked his tongue, but humor glinted in his eyes.
“Thank you.” I grinned back.
“I don’t have a lot of extra fighters to join you tonight, as they are needed for our own Samhain missions, but please get who you can. I don’t like you being out there tonight.”
“I’ll be fine.” I took a step back to the door. “What is your mission anyway?”
Andris sat down in his chair, a coy smile on his lips. “Let’s say we like to make both sides aware we are still here, and we’re getting stronger.”
Snorting, my head waggled. “All those years, we had to guard the gates and barricade the windows at HDF thinking it was a fae mob... and it was you.”
One of his rare grins crinkled up his features. “I thought leaving a ‘fuck you, I’m still alive’ card for Istvan from me was a little too on point.”
I snickered, almost out the door, Warwick behind me.
“Check in before you leave tonight,” Andris added. “Oh, and Brexley...”
I paused, turning to him.
“Happy birthday.”
“You think you could go without me?—”
Chirp!
“Us!” Opie went from gesturing to himself and Bitzy. “I meantus.”
Chirp! Chirp!
“I did too!” Opie huffed, putting his hands on his hips. “You’d think with those large ears, you’d be able to hear me clear enough.”
