“All right,” Luke said, coming through like he always did. He produced a coin from the pouch at his belt: the circle of gold shone, bright as a promise, in his palm. Luke looked up into Elliot’s eyes. “Where are we going? Call it.”
You leave your father’s house, Elliot thought. And then you work out where to go next.
“You have to ask?” Elliot smiled. “Tails for mermaids.”