240 mph

From there I did a running takeoff, snapping out my wings, feeling them push against the air filling my feathers. A couple of hard strokes and I was airborne, rising above the apple orchards, above the barn.
Once I was up high, I let the full range of my anger bloom. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remember how to fly really fast—and then, almost immediately, I was doing it, my wings seeming to move by themselves.
Let’s see just how fast I can get out of here, I thought grimly, and poured on the speed.
Running away never helps, said the Voice in my head.
“Yeah, well, flying helps—a lot!”
Fang was waiting for me by an open window when I got back. He handed me a glass of water, and I sucked it down.
“Gone a long time,” he said. “How far did you get? Botswana?”
I grinned wryly. “Just for a minute, before I had to turn around. They say hi.”
“How fast do you think you go?”
“Over two hundred,” I said. “Two twenty? Two forty?”


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