“A none too marvellous light,” said Edwin dryly. “For my next trick, I shall fly to the top of Nelson’s Column, and bring the lions to life.” Adelaide tucked a pencil behind her ear and came closer to look. “It’s still something. Good job.” Edwin watched the pale glow in his palm, unfelt but undeniable. Despite his sarcasm he was fiercely, wonderfully proud, even if that feeling was new enough that he was still making space inside himself for it.
