CHAPTER 14
Callie stared after Lancelot, feeling utterly bereft as she heard his footsteps moving down the stairs and out of the tower. Her eyes and throat ached with unshed tears. She felt faint with longing and grief. On impulse, she fled to the window for one last glimpse of him.
‘I have to go with Lancelot,’ Stephen said suddenly. ‘I have to say goodbye to Howell.’
‘You can’t go. We haven’t got time,’ El said urgently.
Callie watched, horrified, as El began to scratch first one arm and then the other, her fingers pressing into her flesh as she tried to relieve the itch. With an impatient click of her tongue, El stripped off her gown and began to inspect her shift and her body for fleas.
Stephen averted his eyes. ‘I’ll go and find Howell while you work out how to get us home.’
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