Saffron puts her hand on the door handle, then suddenly looks back. “Where’s Verus?” For a moment I feel a weird sensation, like a feather-light brush across my thoughts. But I know that trick and I don’t let my concentration slip. I keep my thoughts in the present, taking in the shop around me, the sight of Saffron at the door. I look straight at her and think very clearly. Try and read my mind again, and we’ll see how well my magic works on you.
