“I haven’t said a proper thank-you,” Lockwood said. “It’s all right.” “I know what you did for me.” My mouth tightened. “Swung down on a bloody trapeze was what I did, Lockwood.” “I know.” “I hate heights.” “I know that.” “I hate trapezes.” “Yes.” “Don’t ever make me have to do something so ridiculous and dangerous again.” “Lucy, I won’t. I promise.” He offered me a sidelong grin.
