“I bought us passage. It departs at one o’clock.” Gideon spluttered. “One o’clock?” That was right now. “Otherwise, we’ll have to wait until it returns next week. The entire Caelisian police force—not to mention Cressida—will be looking for us by nightfall. We can’t afford to wait that long.” Mercy. She was three steps ahead of him. She predicted I would agree to this before I even showed up. Gideon was rusty.
