Less craned his neck forward and scratched at the back of his neck, massaging fruitlessly at the kinks. The room was lit dimly except for the bright cone of light that illuminated the table at which he sat. The other chairs were empty now. Claire sat cross-legged on a reed mat in the corner with her hood up. She was meditating and mumbling a chant to herself but he couldn’t hear the words over Septimus’ light snoring from the armchair. Worm was present but he couldn’t tell her apart from the shadows. Saya had left after the initial planning session, citing ‘feeding time’ as her excuse. Only the Almoner had been entirely absent, who had to keep a meeting with one of the witches back on the Mainland. Continue reading Licensed to Kill →