His head turned toward the boat full of redheads with a frown, but he turned his attention back to Wells. Blinked when he heard a crash, a belated bicycle bell-chime, and saw the tangle of limbs and bent metal on the ground.

This was … probably an ideal moment to extract himself from this mess. But then there was yet another redheaded nightmare, kicking Elijah’s leg and shouting at him to break the law for him. He stepped toward the child, keeping a comfortable distance but enough to show he was talking to him.

“Bram,” Zechariah said to the boy who had probably only seen him once. “Sometimes adults need a time-out, too. Did you collect your prize yet?”

Did second place have a prize? He had not been paying much attention to that aspect of the race.