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—AT some point, Leo ended up conking out. It didn't surprise her since he obviously hadn't gotten a lick of sleep the night before. His head lolled around on her shoulder, hair tickling her ear. She tried not to shiver at the sensation each time.
The weight on her front, despite making her back ache, warmed her up. But him sleeping meant she was in control of the dragon. Luckily, she was sitting down or else her legs would have buckled with the thought. All she did was hover her hands over Leo's that were still clutched around the reigns. It made her feel like she wasn't in complete control.
As Savannah was scared to look down at the earth far below them, Piper was in charge of keeping track of their progress. Soon, she was shaking them and announcing that they were there.
Leo sat up with a jolt, wincing at a crick in his neck. Savannah smiled as he rolled his head around.
They flew closer and closer to what appeared to be a castle but Piper mentioned it was a hotel.
"No way," Leo denied, but Savannah could see it now. The valets and porters, helping with cars and bags. It was just luxurious. Only having seen stuff of the like in movies, Savannah was eager to get closer. She was also ready to just get off the dragon as well.
"The North Wind is staying in a hotel?" Leo said. "That can't be —"
"Heads up, guys," Jason interrupted. "We got company!"
They all followed Jason's eyes below the belly of Festus. Rising from the top of the tower were two winged figures ... with swords — incredibly sharp swords. Savannah gulped, slowly reaching for her baton type thing, dearly hoping these were nice angel creatures.
The dragon stopped midair while keeping his wings beating. Savannah saw his talons grow outward and held Leo tighter with one arm. Festus grumbled lowly in warning.
Savannah's eyes widened. "What was that noise?"
"He's ready to spit fire," Leo said. "Steady, boy," Leo muttered.
"I don't like this," Jason said. "They look like storm spirits."
Storm Spirits — a.k.a., the same things that tried to kill them at the Grand Canyon. Savannah was not ready for another situation like that, especially since she wasn't even on solid ground.
They looked like regular teenagers except for their icy white hair and feathery lavender wings. All Savannah could stare at, though, were the weapons they wielded. They almost looked like icicles, except sharp on every side. She always read that icicles were the perfect murder weapon.
Their clothes were laughable considering the big one was wearing a hockey jersey with sweatpants and some cleats. His face fit the target for being a typical hockey player jock, missing teeth, black eyes and scars. Savannah was never a sport fanatic. The other guy was just confusingly mismatched. He was a skinny twig that looked like he was trying out to be in a 1980's boy band. There was a mullet, too, and as far as Savannah was concerned, that was a fashion no-no these days. She was sure even Piper would be scowling at it, and that girl was an advocate for crazy style.
