Dinner was done, and they all stood up ready to leave. Isobel hooked her arm into the outstretched elbow Radagast was holding. When she took it, he gave her a tight quick squeeze, acknowledging she had done the right thing.
“Radagast, I need to speak to you about some business. I trust you will find your way back to your room, Isobel.” Michael frowned. Feeling a little panicked, Isobel looked up at Radagast. He nodded at her.
“Yes, father. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Isobel was nervous about going down the passage on her own, but she had no other choice.
“I will see you later, hmm?” Radagast did not nearly sound like the over-excited boy she met. Suddenly, his demeanour and voice even looked and sounded different. But it couldn’t be. The sugar was too much for her, and now she was
