Lizzie, upon hearing about what had happened to Cas, had immediately known what to do. And that was how, two days later, Oliver from the Cricket Club ended up sitting at the Vicarage kitchen table, listening intently to what the Reverend, Zoya and Autumn were telling him. ‘The poor thing,’ he said finally. ‘Is she okay?’
‘She’s fine,’ said Zoya, still looking so contained and focused that Lizzie felt her glare could melt steel. ‘It is not hurting her. Which means whoever did this will have a little while to tell us all about it. Before we -’
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Paul Cornell's Friday Newsletter to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.