Fenn wrapped her long fingers around the chipped mug Alec had spitefully given her. He’d kept the unchipped one for himself. She stared down into the tea, frowning a little. Alec recognized it as a prelude to speaking and let her be, nudging the sugar bowl over toward Will as he waited.
He wasn’t angry with Grant, really. He trusted him, both personally and professionally, and if he’d gone AWOL it was for a good reason. Alec just wished Grant had confided in him before he’d made a break for it. And Grant had caught up with Fenn, which was good news, on various levels. Alec suspected that Fenn wouldn’t have come back if she hadn’t wanted to. Her magic, magic damn it, seemed very strong from what Lew and Will had said.
He’d been dreading telling Lew that Fenn had run, because of the hope t
