Switzerland, land of skiing and chocolate, or so I believed. At one point in time coming here would have been a lifelong goal, but being able to ride lightning I had been to most places around the planet, at least in passing.
But what if that’s done? What if I can never ride lightning again?
“I think this is it,” Nat said.
She stopped us at a small house, the kind with the sharply pointed roof. From the snow on the peaks, I could understand why they made roofs like that.
“You’re not sure?” Jack asked.
“I don’t read German so well.”
“Well, you should—”
Jack cut off as Kate smacked him upside the head.
“What was that for? I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to.”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Yep,” Nat added.
“I think I’m going to start just preemptively smacking you upside the head because you’re going to say something offensive on a regular basis.”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Yep,” Nat added.
“There’s Anna Maria. She’ll side with me.”
“Nope,” I said.
“Doubt it,” Nat added.
Kate cracked the knuckles on one hand menacingly. “Sure.”