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He just looked at me. ‘Did you let her win?’
Something about his tone made me think that regardless of how much he disliked these sorts of magic challenges, he despised the idea of throwing a match even more.
‘Alas no,’ I said. ‘Do you think I’d deliberately injure myself?’ I pointed at my throbbing leg. ‘I think I might have fractured something.’
He frowned and looked down. ‘It’s just bruised.’
Damn; I’d really have to get him to teach me how to do that some time. ‘I guess I’m just not that great in a fight.’
Winter’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. ‘Then how did you beat two witches on your own and in a confined space?’
For a moment, I didn’t have the faintest idea what he was talking about then I remembered Bell End and Alice. The latter was a Second Level witch with a reputation for highly aggressive skills. Oops. ‘They didn’t know I was a witch when they met me. I caught them off guard.’ I pursed my lips. ‘If I had more time to prepare, I might be able to best Anthea. Shall I go back and try again? I don’t want you to be ashamed to be seen with me now that it’s clear I’m not that skilled at magic when I’m under pressure.’ I did my best to look worried.
This was getting ridiculous; I should just tell him the truth. It was what I’d normally do but, for some reason, I didn’t want Winter to think badly of me for not putting in more effort to win. Better to be considered a magic weakling, I supposed, than just a weakling.
I wasn’t sure whether he believed me or not; he could be darned difficult to read when he wanted to be. In the end, however, our mission won out. He checked his watch and muttered, ‘Let’s get a move on. We still aren’t any closer to finding Volume 9.’
I bobbed my head and breathed out. ‘Yep,’ I said. ‘Let’s go.’
Chapter Nineteen
It was lucky that Tobias Worth-Jones was as much of a stickler for work as Winter. Even though it was lunchtime, he was at his desk munching on a sandwich while trying to read through some magically enhanced papers. And people wonder why I’m happy not to work at the Order.
When he caught sight of us, Tobias’s eyes widened and he stood up. He still had a mouthful of bread but that didn’t stop him talking. ‘Adeptus Exemptus Winter! What brings you over this way?’
With every word, I was sprayed haphazardly with particles of food mixed with saliva. I didn’t try and save his dignity by pretending it didn’t happen; instead I made a show of wiping my face and looking disgusted. Unfortunately the effort was lost on Worth-Jones; as per usual, it was Winter who got the message.
He got straight to the point. ‘Your signature is on a personnel file that has been removed from HR,’ he barked. ‘We need it. And we need to know why you took it in the first place.’
Tobias appeared unconcerned. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’
‘Oscar Marsh,’ I interjected helpfully. ‘You logged out Oscar Marsh’s file.’
‘No, I didn’t.’
‘It’s definitely your writing, Tobias,’ Winter said. ‘I’d recognise that scrawl anywhere.’
‘When was this?’
‘March tenth.’
Worth-Jones rubbed his chin thoughtfully. ‘I did go to HR then,’ he said slowly, ‘and I did check out a file but it wasn’t Oscar Marsh. It was for one of my own witches.’ He pulled a face. ‘A disciplinary matter, alas. Although I can see why there would be a mix-up, given it’s Marsh’s file that you’re here about.’
Winter stilled. ‘Why? What do you know about Oscar Marsh?’
Tobias blinked. ‘Oh, Diall complained about him vociferously.’
I tried to think when I’d ever used the word ‘vociferously’. Nope. Couldn’t do it.
‘What exactly did Adeptus Diall say?’ Winter demanded.
‘Oh, that Marsh was frequently late and had turned up drunk on one or two occasions.’ He chuckled. ‘Although who amongst us hasn’t done that?’
I put up my hand. ‘Me,’ I said. ‘I’ve never done that.’
Worth-Jones still didn’t look at me. I brought my hand down and examined it. No, I wasn’t invisible.
He continued. ‘I think the biggest issue is that Marsh is incredibly weak at magic. He shouldn’t even have been admitted to the Order in first place. Plenty of people with smatterings of magic manage without actually becoming witches.’ He shrugged. ‘Marsh is still Adeptus Minor though. How he managed to gain that position, I’ll never know.’
