Daniel was still standing in the hall, one hand resting on the door frame, his eyebrows drawn into a tight line.

When I stepped into the light, his eyes dropped to my bare scalp, and his fingers slid off the wood.

“What did you do?” Daniel asked, taking half a step back.

“I finished what you started,” I said.

Eleanor appeared at the end of the hall holding a silver tray with a single mug of tea on it.

She stopped short, her mouth falling open a little before she pressed her lips into a thin white line.

“You look ridiculous,” Eleanor said, her voice sinking to a harsh mutter.