Eigentlich zu perfekt? Ein genauerer Blick zeigte mir, dass meine Bartstoppeln weg waren. Statt dessen, wie auch an Armen und Beinen, nur ein ganz fei...er Flaum. Positiv denken! Nie wieder Rasieren!Aber jetzt war es Zeit endlich den Bikini los zu werden. Ich fummelte auf meinem R?cken, um den Verschluss zu finden. Da war keiner! Auch im Spiegel sah ich nichts. Wieder ein Trick vom Tor? Egal, dann halt rohe Gewalt. Ich holte eine Schere. Keine Chance. Ich probierte alles, was im Haus zu finden. Get your drawers on! Lets go!” I said. Ten minutes later, we were out of the door, dressed in jumpers, jeans and trainers. Ten minutes after that, we were in the greasy spoon and ten minutes after that, we were tucking into full monty breakfasts, with mugs of tea and plates of toast. The greasy spoon was good. It was clean and basic. Gingham tablecloths on Formica-topped tables. Tomato-shaped sauce bottles and all the rest that goes in such an establishment. Not a place for fine dining, but. I am basing that last on the fact that I can tell you she will be American, born to an American Military Intelligence agent. Whatever you do, make sure to keep him in mind because he will not be one to trifle with. And he is going to pass that trait on to his daughter."There was a long pause and then another sigh, this one slightly pained. "OK, that is all for now. I have to go, the headache is coming, but remember, you have three days before she is born and Germany is not the best place for. “It is the safest place for us.”Reggie nodded, and Beth agreed. Asterion’s knowledge of the Labyrinth would keep them safe. They ran up the stairs together, stopping briefly for Reggie to tell a pair of rats to lock up the tunnels. At the top of the stairs, they ran into Carmina. The fairy followed, and they were in Beth’s room when they heard the front door of the house open.“Move!” Asterion pushed them all to the closet, then grabbed the bed and shoved it up against the door. They ran.