Wind rushed through her hair and ruffled her vine-and-leaf dress, and Zephyr buzzed in her ear, sharing his own delight. Copper’s head spun with the magnitude of what had just happened, and the fact that they were back in her city. She clung to Tiernan as she stared at the sights below. The Coit Tower! The Transamerica Building! Chinatown! She could see it all from the height he had taken them to. The Golden Gate Bridge, the foggy bay, Alcatraz, the Bay Bridge, Market Street, trolleys, Union Square—her hungry gaze took in everything. And the air—it smelled wonderful! Even the pollution coming from cars and buses didn’t bother her. It was home. She was home! “Are you all right?” Tiernan held her tight as he pumped his powerful wings. He was heading in the direction of Golden Gate Park. Copper laughed. “I’m wonderful. I’m home!” She didn’t care about the blood trickling from the glass wounds or the blood running down her foot or the burn from the demon’s teeth. Adrenaline still pumped through her body and she felt high from it and from the excitement of being back where she belonged.
