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air.
    “Don’t do this,” I pleaded. “You can’t—”
    He flew out of the window.
    “Leave me,” I finished, as I walked around and around widdershins, cursing the name of the only man in my whole life who had ever known me. Who I had ever loved. I might not know my own memories, but of that much I was certain.

 
     
     
     
     
    9
    The Flying Carpet
    “Lila! Adam!” I flung cold water from a kettle at them. It had taken me twelve rotations past the stove and sink to fill it up, and another four circles around the room to get near enough to the couch to get them wet. “Wake up or I will throw boiling water on you. Wake up or I will set this penthouse on fire,” I yelled.
    Neither stirred. On the next rotation I got in a good slap to Lila’s face as I passed swiftly by.
    “Morgan?” she slurred. “What. The. Hell?”
    When I circled back around Lila was sitting up and blinking slowly. She yawned and started to lean back toward the couch.
    “Fall asleep again and I will break your leg,” I threatened.
    “Seriously. What the hell?” she said, sitting fully upright.
    “A sleeping spell. Stand up and make some coffee. Go.”
    I yelled baseless threats at her until she was drinking a dark and bitter brew. “A sleeping spell?” she asked and yawned.
    “Yes. Merlin is acting the martyr. He has left us. We have to follow him. Wake Adam.”
    “Okay.”
    Lila kicked Adam a bunch of times before he woke up growling. She gave him coffee and explained what was happening.
    I circled around them and wasted seven different spells on myself as I tried to stop moving.
    “You must sit on me. Hold me down,” I ordered them when I was out of ideas and spells to try.
    “What?” Lila asked, looking alarmed.
    “Do it. It will break this damn spell.”
    Adam nodded, stood up, and clobbered me from behind as effectively as any football player. Lila sat on my shoulders and he sat on my back as I struggled with all my force to get up and keep walking widdershins.
    A humiliating five minutes passed before my body stopped struggling and the spell was broken.
    “The things you ask your shop-girl to do.” Lila said as she hopped off of me and offered me a hand up. “I totally need a raise. Just kidding. That was way funner than dusting.”
    “Where did Merlin go? How can we help?” Adam asked.
    I looked at both of them: sleep-rumpled and young. “You two can help by staying here and waiting for further instruction. I will—”
    “No,” Lila said.
    Adam crossed his arms over his chest. “Merlin needs us. You need us.”
    “You have no idea the dangers we will find,” I said.
    “Exactly. Merlin saved me when I was a werewolf about to murder lots of people. I owe him. And we may not be magical like you two, but we’re better than nothing.”
    Lila nodded. “For reals. You can’t be mad at Merlin for ditching you, and then ditch us. We’re coming with you or we’re going to sit on you again.”
    I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. They weren’t wrong. I needed all the help I could get. “You will do what I say. You will leave if and when I command it.”
    They nodded.
    I sighed. This battle was so unknown. Perhaps they could help in some small way.
    “Then let’s be gone,” I said and walked to the ancient Persian rug that lay on the ground near the suite’s biggest window. I’d noticed it the first time I came to this penthouse, and had a good guess of its true nature. “ Ryg hedfan.”
    The rug did not move.
    I frowned. “Rise up.”
    Adam smirked.
    “What?”
    He shrugged. “Just thought you should know that Merlin is a huge Gandalf fan.”
    “Really?” I said and sighed. “That man. Then I suppose … F ly, you fools .”
    The flying carpet rose a couple inches into the air, giving us a moment to sit down and get our bearings before it carried all three of us out of the room and into the morning sky.

 
     
     
     
     
    10
    Kikimuris
    We sailed across the heavens with a cold wind