Jonathan POV
We were up bright and early the next morning. Achiron had called us on the motel phone the night before to let us know he would meet us at the spot in the woods we'd been to the previous night at 8 a.m. For some reason, the idea that a centaur would use a phone was amazing to me. I mean, when I thought of centaurs, I pictured them as being part of the ancient world, not the modern one where they would know how to use technology.
I mentioned this to Alvara while we walked to our meeting spot. She laughed.
"And do you not think of witches and elves in the same way? Yet here I am, a hybrid of both species, carrying a cell phone in my pocket," she pointed out.
I had to concede her point on that.
"I suppose you're right," I told her. "I guess I just never really thought ab
