"How long have you known?" I was all ready to leap through the veil and end the Hensley coven, but oddly it was Piers who was the voice of calm reason.

He seemed more level, more balanced suddenly, the man I knew and cared about shining through at last. That helped cool my jets and bring me back to focus as Moa squiggled in her seat in discomfort.

"Does it matter now?" She gestured at me. "Go, fetch the piece from Jean Marc, ...