"Just another Tuesday," I muttered, sprinting down the cobblestones as a jet of fire turned the ivy-covered wall behind us into a sheet of ash.
"It is Wednesday!" Tybalt shrieked from the driver's seat of the wagon, which was currently careening around the corner on two wheels. "And I don't work on Wednesdays! It's proofing day!"
"Drive, Ty!" I yelled, throwing myself into the back of the wagon. Kaelen vaulted in after me, his heavy boots shaking the floorboards. Lysandra, displaying the kind of acrobatic grace that annoyed me on a spiritual level, landed softly next to Red, who was already nocking an arrow into a shortbow she'd seemingly pulled out of thin air.
"Contact rear!" Red shouted. "Two bogeys. Big ones. Ugly ones."
