“Sleep well?” his deep voice rumbled across the vehicle, causing warmth to spread inside of her.
“You totally just saw the drool, didn’t you?” she asked, more annoyed than embarrassed.
“Could be worse,” he told her.
She snorted. “True, I could have farted,” her head snapped up. “Holy crap, tell me I didn’t fart,” she said desperately.
Cush chuckled. “My Little Raven is all flustered; it’s a cute look for you.”
She rolled her eyes and waved him off. “Whatev. So, where are we?”
“We’ve been driving for about three hours, which, according to the GPS means we still have about three more to go,” her brother spoke up from the back seat.
“Do we have a plan for when we get there?” she asked Cush.
“Humans stay in the car while the elves burn down the place.”
“What?” she snapped. “You expect
