Victor was wearing a wide smile as he watched her reaction change from fright to mirth. He might have launched in to an explanation of how he'd done it (not one to miss the chance to be called clever, particularly when he thought it well-deserved), but what she said next gave him pause.
"Almost?" he repeated with a frown, then understood her meaning. He was across the room, still framed in the doorway, and she was halfway to the fireplace already. She meant to give him the slip!
"Accio," he cast swiftly at the jar of floo powder on the mantel, unaware of what she had hidden in her pockets.
"Almost?" he repeated with a frown, then understood her meaning. He was across the room, still framed in the doorway, and she was halfway to the fireplace already. She meant to give him the slip!
"Accio," he cast swiftly at the jar of floo powder on the mantel, unaware of what she had hidden in her pockets.
Fabulous set by Lady!