The Lost Witch, page 19
"Guess he's not used to all this cloak-and-dagger stuff."
"Are any of us?"
"Right. I'll be off, then." Martin took a step towards the stream before pivoting around. "Listen Carole, you guys are welcome to visit anytime."
"Won't you be going back to the academy?"
"I've had enough of boarding school."
"What about your folks?"
"I think I can swing it," Martin grinned. "I've got a plan."
Carole grinned back, "I'll let Zack and Lil know. They'll be tickled. Take care, Martin." She gave the boy a quick hug before stepping back into the tunnel.
The professor was crouched beneath the platform, waiting for her. "What took you so long, Miss Sylphwood? The guards will be here momentarily. Quickly, into the shadows until they pass!"
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