How many more hours to get back home? Dale mentally tabulated at least two, but that was only if traffic cooperated. He walked toward the car, giving a tiny bit of weight to the idea of finding a hotel. He noticed the older woman who had been sitting on the other side of Riadh earlier was now sitting on a picnic table beside the parking lot, smoking.
Dale fumbled for the keys in his pocket, one hand braced on the car.
“Please, let me drive for a while. You need a break,” Riadh said.
Okay, call him a control freak. Dale contemplated refusing.
The woman spoke up. “I never knew a djinn that could drive, but if he knows how, you look like you should take advantage of the offer.”
Dale jerked, startled. Was this his day to encounter shitty egotistical magic users who knew more than him or w
