at his feet. He swung it over his shoulder. ‘So you don’t want to be Silver again?’ Her voice was soft, a whisper on the breeze, but the words were so heavy that even Felix’s human hearing had no trouble picking them up. ‘We’re close,’ she said. ‘We can do it, as long as we have her.’ He paused for a moment, then dropped the bag back to the ground. ‘What do you need me to do?’
