“Want another tea?” Flynn asked. “I found some proper loose leaf stuff in this cupboard.” More tea? Shouldn’t they want to sleep? “Yes, please. Though technically that’s Kit’s private stash…” “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Another easy laugh rolled forth. Something tight coiled in my chest. What sort of magic had Flynn worked to draw Felix out of his shell so effortlessly? The rest of us had tried for months without success.
