Chapter 48

When he at last pulled up in front, got out, and walked into the house, he discovered a bounce in his step and felt like whistling. He managed to tune up with a couple of notes…which slivered away on a hiss. Sapphire’s bags stood in the hallway, her arrival a little earlier than he expected. Without himthere to act as a bulwark there was no knowing—

“I’m not gonna stay where I’m not wanted.”

“Sapphire, get back here this instant!”

A door banged overhead. Sapphire came clattering along the gallery, head high, making the old-fashioned elegance of the dark wood a surreal contrast to the bright shirt she wore and her violet hair. The style sat piled high on her head in a semi-elegant tousled manner, twisted with ribbons. She might have looked like some eccentric mental patient if she weren’t…well, Saffie. Sapphire carried her confidence as a physical aura, and her pixie-like features made the hairstyle adorable.