Chapter 8His room lay poised the way he’d left it: scattered clothing on the floor and on the chair, hills and valleys of pale sheets across the bed, gaping suitcases, open notebooks, pens and ink and unsent letters. Rain danced at them in a ballet of drops on windowpane glass, curtains parted in welcome; new envelopes had arrived on the desk. The topmost one bore Felix’s flamboyant composer’s scribble; the royal seal made itself visible on the corner of the slim note under that, which in turn rested atop a packet bearing his Londre solicitor’s address. Jeremiah unfastened a waterfall of shimmering scales and shells and magic, glanced around, draped it gingerly over the back of the chair. Magic met one of Cade’s shirts and a rose-gold-and-diamond pile of earrings; they got along there, not
