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Lawrence knew it was corny, but it was true. He tried his best to hold her gaze. “I’m not deciding for you,” he lied, gently. “I’m just saying, you don’t know what you’re getting into. This-” he gestured broadly to himself, as if he were about to make a point, but then he only shook his head...

Lawrence hesitated. He liked to act as if he always had everything under control - as if nothing could phase him - but the truth was, he was pathetic. Lexy had seen a more vulnerable side of him that night over dinner, but she’d only scratched the surface. Would she still like him if she knew...

If it had been up to Lawrence, he’d have pretended the dinner date had never even happened. Not because he hadn’t enjoyed it, but because he hadn’t had a clue how to act and came across with all the charisma of a plank. He stopping petting the cat. “Sorry, did you blow the first date?” he said...

“Just a bruised ego,” Lawrence admitted, still smiling. In a way, he was pleased the job hadn’t worked out. Something about the entire scheme had made him uneasy. Walking away might have saved him a huge amount of trouble. He’d never know for sure, but he liked to think so - it made him feel...

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” Lawrence said quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly - but he was telling the truth. “I had a thing in London. I’ve been there for months.” And a miserable three months it had been, too. He was supposed to get eight grand for that job, but he’d been stitched up and had to...

Lawrence was, for the most part, smart enough not to hang around in Bleak Street any longer than was needed to finish a job. Then again, for the most part, he wasn’t surrounded by almost a dozen cats, each of whom was fighting for his affection. He wasn’t even sure where they’d all come from...

Lawrence nodded, exhaling silently. His stoic expression revealed nothing of the sudden flood of anxiety from his brain. "Of course," he said. Was it a trick of the moonlight, or did Lexy look uncomfortable? It was only dinner - strictly business. Although admittedly, business meetings didn't...

"She sounds sensible," Lawrence said, referring to Lexy's soft friend. No mentally sound person got into this business. Only the insane, or the very desperate. Lawrence liked to think he fell into the latter category, although he had made some questionable choices over the last two years, so he...

"Well, if I took everybody at their word, I'd be dead," Lawrence said, flexing the wands and inspecting them for damage. He'd never bought a bad wand from Lexy, nor did he expect her to knowingly sell him one, but the process bought him a sense of security that if anything was going to let him...

Interesting... Lawrence didn't have to wonder too hard how Lexy had sustained her injuries. He nearly asked if she made a habit of insulting dangerous criminals in dark alleyways, but firstly, he'd side-stepped around a snail on his way here because he'd felt sorry for it, and secondly, Lexy's...

The darkness shifted around Lawrence's brow. "Ever heard of a mirror?" he asked, inclining his head. Lexy (if that was her real name) had been in better shape. Lawrence wondered, but he knew better than to ask. In his line of work, ignorance was the difference between walking over the stones in...

Lawrence stood in the shadow of a grim statue, casting shadows even darker still onto the wall behind him. The moonlight, such as it was, straining through the thick gloom that hung over bleak street, did not so much illuminate his face as faintly disturb it, but it was enough for an observant...