Layla sat forward in the passenger seat, like a cat ready to pounce. She’d been getting more and more antsy ever since the long wait at UCLA where Synthia had stopped. Probably to do her location magic, Hendrix guessed. And now Layla was ready for action, especially after watching Synthia nearly destroy Winger in that succession of fireblasts back there. Patience was never really one of Layla’s virtues.