Chapter 20: The City of Bones
We did not take the private jet. That would have been too easy to track.
Instead we took a cargo plane out of a small airfield in New Jersey. It was a rattling old beast that smelled of engine grease and livestock. We sat in the back on crates strapped down with netting.
It was not comfortable but it was invisible. The manifest listed us as agricultural equipment.
Dorian was sleeping on a pile of blankets. I had stitched his wound and given him a heavy dose of painkillers from the emergency kit. He was pale but his breathing was steady.
Leo was asleep in Kael’s lap. The boy was exhausted. His small body had been through too much trauma in too short a time.
I watched them. The two wolves of my life.
Kael looked up. His eyes caught mine in the dim red lig
