I sat watching him, amused. In the time it took for Pierce to ready himself to capture the scene, Tybalt had slipped through the open door of Lapis Lazuli Minor, leapt down the steps, moved as only a cat can across the pavement, and then was up the stairs of Lapis Lazuli House to sit beside me. Just then, Pierce, who had disappeared beneath the black fabric of the camera, lifted the flash and said, “If I catch you making a dour face, Emma…” Which thing made me smile. Then he said, “Hold it!” And took the photograph.
