“I wish to check on Cordelia and make sure she is recovering from the river.” Tessa still looked worried. “Take the carriage, James, please,” she said. “It will be safer.” Nephilim carriages were reinforced with demon-repelling electrum and runes cleverly woven throughout the wood. James sighed and nodded. “And take Bridget and her massive spear,” said Will, doing a poor job at hiding a smile. “And perhaps change out of your gear first? It never hurts to look your best for a social call.”
