“He doesn’t usually talk like that — about magic. About us. About future. I can’t help but smile at him. I hate everything about this road trip, but if it’s going to keep drawing Simon out of his shell, I’d gladly drive to hawaii.”
“I should hunt. So we don’t have to stop again.”
“Not by yourself,” Simon says.
“I’m not letting you watch—”
Simon spreads his wings. “Not by yourself.”