“I know.” Theo obediently curled fingers around the mug of mysterious tisane. It didn’t taste half bad, vaguely minty. Linnet gave him an encouraging smile. “Thank you for coming.”
“Oh, I’m not going anywhere,” Dom said. “Definitely not through another gate-spell, even if we are stuck someplace in the wilds of the English countryside and a field of cows. I’m just going to go and talk to the Headmistress, before she wants to shout at you, which she will. I’ll send your captain in, but behave yourselves. No exertion.”
“No,” Theo promised faithfully.
“All right, then. Linnet?”
Linnet gave Theo one more smile, unobtrusively picked up Dom’s teacup and refilled it with something calming, and came along. Theo turned toward the door as it opened, breathless suddenly, yearning and hoping and ne
