*
"My gift," I reminded Arthur as soon as we entered his living room.
"I didn't forget," Arthur smiled. "Now sit down."
We both sat down and he mind linked someone.
"They will be here in a second," he said after he was done.
"They?" I looked at him confused.
"How does it feel to have the people who wronged you serve at your feet?" Arthur said instead, just as two people walked.
Even though it had been months since the incident and they both looked much leaner, I recognized them instantly.
I looked at Arthur, searching for any clue on his face to tell me that this was a joke.
Thomas and Jemima, their gazes on the floor, bowed before us.
"Kneel," Arthur commanded. I watched, a little horrified, as the two went on their knees in front of me.
This can't possibly be the gift
