“I know,” he said with a sigh. “One of my greatest failings, and one that has caused me no small amount of grief over the past year.” He glanced about himself once more, unwilling to provide fodder for any eavesdroppers, then looked at his aunt seriously. “About those shadows: I don’t like the feel of them.”
“Know who created them?”
“I haven’t had a chance to investigate properly yet.”
“Leaving me to do your dirty work for you,” she said with a sigh. She heaved herself to her feet. “Let’s go for a little stroll and see what’s there to be seen.”
“You might be robbed whilst we’re gone.”
She only smiled in a way that left him doubting that such a thing would ever happen. She nodded to a small, sharp-nosed lad who took over her spot and her walking stick. Damion had the feeling he would u
