A mere ten minutes later, Lyta is outside, ready to go, a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her wings in their harness under her shirt, her hair pulled into a ponytail, and a pair of sunglasses on her face.
"You don't happen to have an extra helmet that I could borrow, do you?" She asked Nick as she made her way to the bike.
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