CHAPTER 30
Rory followed Longinus through the streets, calling after him, but he paid her no attention. Her attempts to apologise fell on deaf ears, as did her reminders of the danger they were both in. She kept an eye out for the man from the Bazaar, but she didn’t see anyone following them or paying them any particular interest.
When they reached the house, Longinus let himself in and closed the door behind him, leaving her outside. She heard the sound of a lock turning.
“Longinus,” she tried again, banging on the door.
“Leave me be.”
“I can break in, you know.”
“Harpy, shrew, harridan! Termagant!”
Rory smiled. At least he sounded a little more like himself. Although she had no idea what that last word meant. Nor the second to last, for that matter. Probably not complimentary, tho
