The airplane wheels touching down woke me from a sound slumber and a dream of Lawrence. I started, hoping I hadn"t been puckering up at the guy next to me. He"d seemed a nice enough sort, but as the hour had gotten later, and he"d drunk the free first-class booze, his attempts at conversation had turned flirtatious. If I"d given him a little assist to sleep with a minor spell, it had been for his protection, after all. And mine. My heightened strength as Queen of Faerie had allowed me to not pass out as I typically did inside the horrid flying metal tubes, but grogginess had crept over me the longer we were in the air, especially once we reached open water.
Sir Raleigh grumbled from the pet carrier at my feet, mostly for show. He"d spent most of the night under the blanket on my lap and h
