I pull my phone from my pocket, hands shaking slightly as I find Lyre's number. It rings once, twice, three times. My heart sinks with each unanswered tone. What if she doesn't pick up? What if something's happened to her? What if—
"Grace?" Lyre's voice fills my ear, sounding slightly breathless. "I was just thinking about you."
Relief floods through me. "Lyre, thank the Goddess. We have a problem."
"When don't we?" she says, but the sarcasm sounds strained. "What's happening?"
"We're at the camper, but the kids can't get in. There's some kind of... barrier keeping them out."
"Oh, that." Lyre sounds utterly untroubled. "Access ward. Safety feature. Got tired of jackasses breaking in whenever I park somewhere remote. It'll disengage once you hitch it to the truck. Don't worry about it."
"Don't worry—" I bite back the rest of my sentence, too aware of little ears. "Fine. Thanks."
"You good otherwise?" she asks, suddenly sharper.
