Once they’d assured him there had been no major catastrophes (lucky them), he handed me the phone. Fortunately, Sean didn’t try to ambush me over the phone line. Instead, Con’s voice bubbled into my ear first thing. “Aunt Riss? You okay?” “Er, yeah....
faded with Ella’s words. “Why?” she blurted. Julian gave her another dirty look—he was getting very good at them—then glanced back at the Frenchwoman. “Why now?” he amended. “Jorund’s fading,” she said simply. Julian let his gaze wander over the old man. “He seems to be do...