Kipp gave a long-suffering sigh. ‘Don’t you get it by now?’ Thea looked at him blankly. ‘Get what?’ Cal shook his head as though she’d just asked what colour the sky was. ‘We’re not following the guild, Thea. We haven’t been for some time.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘It’s you we’re following,’ Kipp said. ‘Though in this moment I have no idea why. You’re as thick as Cal’s skull.’
