Chapter 10
Kit did not in fact have a precise plan. But he did have the shape of one, and good instincts.
He thought for a moment of feet across rooftops, of chases and perilous ledges, of disguises in a ballroom and of the swirling multihued pool of his own abilities: the way he could reach out and touch someone and drink them in, soak them up, know everything he needed to know, and come back with a stunning resolution, a remarkable ending to a case, a triumph.
He’d forgotten, in the social whirl of insipid compliments and fleeting praise, how much damned fun that could be.
He folded legs under himself. Took both of Harry’s hands, because this was serious, even as he wanted to grin. “Only if you’re up to it. I won’t ask you again if you say yes now, but be honest with me.”
Harry’s ey
