“He’s still there,” she said quietly.
“Is he?” Claude turned to look. “You’d think a magician of his level would have a little more sense than that.”
Delany felt that tensing in the air again, like thunderclouds building. Argentine turned and stalked away and the pressure slackened.
“There’s a good boy,” he said. “Let’s get you back up to Mr. James’ suite, shall we? You are still staying there, I hope.”
“I am. I was just . . . on my way back.”
“We always appreciate returning guests. Well-behaved ones, at least. Though you’ve been remarkably troublesome without even making an effort.”