368 A misjudgement?

"Where's the message?" The young man, who had been identified to the others as Luke Moore, asked the anti mage after returning through the door that led to the stairway up his tower.

Artemus held out two envelopes to the man. Luke's courier service was trusted for its efficiency and integrity but it was paramount that the messages reach without any delay. Thus Artemus held onto the envelopes even as Luke attempted to take them. "Make sure there are no problems with the delivery," he said to the young man. "No mistakes, no accidents." 

Luke smiled, wondering what devious and delicious secrets were in the innocent-looking envelopes that were so urgent for delivery. It was unfortunate how tight-lipped the Sanguine could be, particularly the gorgeous one he was talking to.

"Would you like to watch me send the bird?" He asked Artemus. "Satisfy yourself that I didn't take a peek?"