CHAPTER THIRTY
“What’s your name?” Oliver asked, as he and the boy walked along the alleyway, their footsteps clacking against the cobblestone.
Esther and Ralph were just behind, keeping a lookout in case the Obsidian School kids ambushed them again.
“Michael,” the boy replied. “Michael Chapelman.”
“That’s Esther and Ralph,” Oliver said, pointing at each of them in turn. “And I’m Oliver Blue. You work for Newton, don’t you? In his country manor.”
“Sort of,” Michael explained. “My father is a farmer on the land there and he needs me to work to help pay the bills, so I help out at the stables and do odd jobs for Miss Dean. Father wants me to follow in his footsteps and become a farmer, too.”
“But you’re actually a seer,” Oliver finished for him.
“Yes. Except we call ourselves future-s
