"What did Nora do? Is it that deal you mentioned?" he presses, but not too firmly. "What did she and Alastor do exactly?"
For a moment, his words trail off, ringing emptily to our surroundings with no echo of an answer.
Shuffling forward, he tucks his wings around himself, the tail at his side coming up to curl around my ankle in a series of ticklish motions. Numbly, I note how cautious he is being, his touch feather light, his voice so soft it seems almost a whisper between us, as though I am some sort of bomb that might go off at any given second. Despite the slightly unnerving feel to it, I am grateful that he has given me a margin of space. I suppose given the fact he can read every single thought that is flowing through my mind, he wouldn't have to be a genius to realise I am in a rather... volatile state.
