When they reached the pier, cars were already beginning to roll off the ferry in an orderly stream.
The sandy shore buzzed with a life it probably hadn't seen in months.
A row of cars was parked neatly in line.
At the head of the line, a man stepped out from the first car and hurried toward Elijah and Nicholas.
He was here to collect his passengers and escort them to their lodging. "Welcome to the Red Shore. Please, follow me this way gentlemen."
Just like him, other drivers were quick to find whoever they were supposed to.
Elijah slid into the backseat beside Nicholas, who was fumbling with their bags.
The priest muttered under his breath, creating a protection charm around the bagpack, even though the younger exorcist seldom needed them.
Elijah let him be.
This was one of Nicholas' more persistent habits. Pointless in his opinion, but harmless enough.
