“Is it safe to keep so many dangerous things all inside such a small apartment?” Tipping her watering can into the pot of another plant, Ivy chuckled. “I added protection charms to my air vents. And I use gloves when I need to collect from them.” Silas arched an eyebrow. “Collect from them?” When she didn’t respond right away, he inched closer. No one had need for so many deadly things in one place. Unless… “You’re a Bane Worker.”
