A Fragile Enchantment

by Allison Saft

“I’ll be barricaded in my study if you need me,” he said, “although I suspect you’ll be otherwise occupied.” Kit choked. “Can you be civilized for ten minutes?” “No, indeed.” Sinclair gave a careless wave and disappeared down the hallway.

Until next Season, I suppose. I, for one, will pray to every Saint still watching for a quieter one. —Lovelace