Mr Doyle smiled faintly and nodded. “I shall leave you to your mates then if you are comfortable with that, Madam Sanctorum?” Mr Doyle checked with Sky before he left.
“What? Mr Doyle, you cannot leave on that without explaining yourself. You have plenty of explanation to give me, and I presume a fair bit of it will affect my mates. I think you should Take a seat, sir.” Sky told him, Theo and Kayla nodding their agreement anxiously, not wanting to reignite his wrath.
Mr Doyle warily sat in a desk chair, Theo joining him at the desks while Kayla and Sky scooted to the edge of the bed. ‘Don’t crowd him. We must be careful if this is anything like it seems,’ Sky told the others through a mind link. Kayla was careful to stay level with Sky, giving the impression that she was supporting her
