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Dewey wrinkled his nose. “Ugh, I was really hoping we didn’t have to go there.”

“Too bad. We’re not only going to have to go there, but I’m pretty certain we’re going to have to go in.”

Dewey crinkled his lips into a frown before he tapped around again, adding another point to the map. “Here. It is…a four-hour drive.”

“Four hours,” Paige repeated with a sigh. “That’s a long drive.”

“Yeah, it’s too bad we can’t get dropped off there.”

Paige grabbed the RP from his hands and enlarged the map around the cave, squinting at the landscape.

She swiped it back to normal size with a disgusted sigh. “Nowhere to land there.”

“Nope. I’m afraid we’ll just be stuck with the extra four hours tacked on after the flight.”

Paige shook her head as she leapt from her seat, slapping a palm against her forehead. “We don’t have that kind of time to waste if we’re going to beat the pixies.”

“I’d offer to fly us myself, but I’m way too small to carry you. This is one of those times where I really wish I was big enough to offer rides like my siblings.”

Paige spun to pace the floor in the opposite direction, a finger pressed against her lips as she considered the problem. She sucked in a breath when her gaze landed on something near the door.

She froze, her lips curling on the edges into a coy smile. “I have an idea.”

Dewey shot a wide-eyed glance at what she stared at before he turned back toward her, his jaw dropping open.

* * *

“We’re fifteen minutes from the cave, Ms. Turner,” the pilot announced over the PA system.

Paige glanced up at the speaker on the ceiling as she closed and locked the safe after changing the code. “That’s our cue.”

“Paige, are you sure about this?” Dewey questioned.

“Yep,” she answered without making eye contact.

She tugged her hoodie over her head and shoved a few essentials into her pockets.

“Like really, really sure?”

“Uh-huh,” she answered, still focused on anything but Dewey.

The engines in the plane ratcheted down as they descended closer to the mountain range below. Paige strode toward the door and tugged open the container next to it.

“I’m not sure. I’m not sure,” Dewey said. “I don’t care how sure you are. I’m not sure.”

“Dewey,” Paige exclaimed, slapping her hand against her thigh, “you can fly! You should feel totally fine about this.”

“I don’t. Nope. Not at all.”

Paige flung her arms out to the sides. “We have to.”

“No, we don’t. We could just be unemployed.”

“I’m not going to be responsible for the closing of the library and the destruction of the world.”

“Fine,” Dewey grumbled as he pulled on his sweater. “Okay, strap me in.”

Paige pulled the backpack onto her back before she wrapped the rope she’d retrieved from the formerly bound pilot and co-pilot around herself, securing it before she waved Dewey over.