teleports

“Excellent,” Mab said. “Ms. Raith?”
Lara nodded, her large, luminous eyes never leaving my face. “Acceptable.”
“Then our business is concluded, for now,” Mab said.
There was a sudden surge of icy cold wind, so out of place in the summer evening that the windows of the car glazed over with misty condensation and I was forced to blink my eyes and shield them with one hand.
When I could see again, Mab and Lara were gone, and I was alone in the Munstermobile.


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