“Margot,” I say, tightening my grip on her hands. She opens her eyes. “Listen to me. It’s getting late, and we have to start moving. I’m going to have to carry you.” Her wide, glistening eyes go round. “What? No. No way.” “Do you have a better suggestion?” “Flying by eagle? They looked fucking big enough.” I shake my head. “They only work weekdays,” I say. “Union thing.”
