The Phenomenals: A Tangle Of Traitors - Plot & Excerpts
He started at the sound of her voice and stood up to see her in the doorway. ‘Nany of your business,’ he retorted, his eyes flicking to her green bag before she could conceal it. ‘Looking into the future again?’ he mocked. ‘I don’t need the cards to tell me what to do.’ Citrine came fully into the room. ‘They don’t tell me what to do; they guide me . . .’ she began, but she knew not to continue the conversation. ‘Why aren’t you in bed? It’s already Nox. Memories keeping you awake, I suppose.’ ‘You woke me, slamming the front door. You’re wearing your coat. Are you going out again?’ ‘How perspicacious of you.’ Edgar’s handsome face was easily disfigured by his curled lip. ‘Why, are you going to tell Florian, you little spy?’ ‘How could I spy for Florian when I am practically a prisoner in my home? Actually I’m looking for something.’ ‘This?’ Edgar reached over the leather-topped knee-hole desk behind him and picked up a brown, boxlike contraption from the chair where it had been out of sight.
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