She was nervous. It was a strange sensation. Witches were not by nature … nervous. She hoped that he would be pleased to see her again, then a thought barged its way into her mind. What if there was another woman there? He might have another partner; that would be embarrassing, and she almost didn’t press the buzzer to Flat 7, but she did. The White Witch had taken a well-earned and long-overdue break from providing security for the Ley Line Express and decided that she would use her time to go and see him. They had only been lovers for a short period of time, and she had worried at first that her feelings would not be reciprocated; she was not young, but she was also not that old. They had spoken by mail and over the phone, but neither really enjoyed that sort of contact so it had stopped
