Book Eight: Chapter 108

“And you know how to get across?” asked Mike.

Nyx nodded. “But it will require a trade.”

Mike grunted in annoyance. “Of course it will,” he muttered.

“This one is in good faith. You see, I require conveyance as well.” Nyx’s eyes glowed as she stared into the water. “In exchange for a vessel that will carry us, I require that you power it. This place has fallen into ruin, and the boats that were here sank long ago. I can piece one together, but it may require my full attention to hold it together.”

“As long as you can provide oars, I think we can manage.” He looked at Sofia, who nodded in approval. If anyone was going to row, it was the two of them. Three, if Sulyvahn helped.

“Then we have an accord.” Nyx hovered a few inches in the air, her eyes going dark and her hair blowing wildly behind her, as if being carried aloft in the breeze. Mike watched her closely, studying her magic. It erupted from her like tendrils, then disappeared into the brightly lit