A glowering Callum makes a beeline straight for me. “Oh, look,” says Sabine. “The warlock is back. And judging by his expression, you’re about to practice all that fun new patience of yours.” Callum stops in front of us and stares down at me as if he’s deciding what to bite first. Then he thrusts out his hand. “Here.” I look at the small red velvet box he’s holding. “What’s that?” He closes his eyes, clenches his jaw, and exhales. “Oh for God’s sake, Callum, take up yoga.”
