““I sat on the porch floor, pulling Lend’s head into my lap and hoping he wouldn’t be bruised from that fall. “Reth!” I shouted. “Reth!” Where was that blasted faerie? After a few minutes Jack walked over, rubbing at his wrists with a sour look on his face as he casually dodged around the sentinel dragon. “I always forgot how little sense of humor police officers have. Shame, really, considering how much fun they could have with their jobs.” “I’d kill for a siren and lights. Or, you know, a car and a license.” Jack sat on the steps, leaning back on his elbows. “That was a little more excitement than I usually like at dawn.””
