Chapter Eleven: Fionn
Tai’s bolt hole, as she describes it, turned out to be a cellar. Entered via an unassuming door positioned halfway down a shabby alley of no notable features whatsoever, the place is discreet, to say the least. Considering how much gramarye Tai has shrouding the door, I’d be surprised if anybody ever discovered it unless they were looking for it. Which Daix probably was.
‘People don’t notice that you come into this alley and never come out again?’ I asked, as Tai negotiated with the door.
‘It isn’t a dead end. It’s a shortcut. Tube station just down the way.’ She tilted her head in the direction of the opposite end of the alley. ‘If I’m worried, I have an illusory me wander out the other end, and disappear into the Underground.’
‘You’ve improved at glamours.’
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