“So we waited.” Kat’s stare lowered. “And the next night, that fucker trapped me with his sigil and—” She took several steadying breaths. “Ever since I got back, Edgar’s treated me differently. He won’t be alone with me. He barely talks to me.” Edgar killed him, Silas’ voice repeated in her head. He’d had killed the demented magician who’d trafficked Kat. In Ivy’s opinion, that wasn’t something a person did on a whim after a late night snog.
