She leaned her head back against the seat, but not on my shoulder this time. "I'm nervous about today."
"Don't be. We've got this."
"But what if Blair's team—"
"Blair's team has five individual powerhouses with no teamwork and massive egos. We have actual coordination."
"And you," Naomi added softly.
"And me," I agreed, not bothering with false modesty. Three weeks ago, I'd been dead weight. Now I was an asset. The difference mattered.
Naomi fell silent, watching the scenery roll past. The coastline had given way to rolling hills dotted with vineyards and small towns. In a few hours, we'd reach a restricted area cordoned off by the FGRA, enter a tear in reality, and fight for our lives against monsters from another dimension.
Just another Friday.
Belle snorted in her sleep, then jerked awake, blinking rapidly. "What? Where—"
"Still on the bus," I told her. "Still headed to the gate."
