Chapter 149 Chapter

When two tiny brightly-coloured trainers appeared in front of me, laces knotted in a double bow and the tongue poking out over the bottom of his jeans, I glanced up to see Lucius standing there, his face blank as he looked down at me. I groaned. "Please Lucius, no more. I can't do it." Without replying, he sat down directly in front of me, with his feet just touching mine. "Didn't you hear what I said?" I stared at him. "I'm not doing it again." Lucius shrugged and picked at some dirt on his trainer, diligently scraping it with his fingernail and furrowing his brow in concentration. Behind him, Harper had climbed up onto the bonnet, leaning against the windscreen and set to work scratching a word or pattern into the paintwork of Fenton's car. He seemed engrossed in his handiwork but every now and then he shot us a worried glance. Garrick had moved over to a torn and dirty orange sofa that stood in the corner and he slumped back onto it, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he