Thea stared at her sister. ‘Is it always so… brutal?’ ‘Only if you make it so.’ It was Kipp who came forward and marvelled at the Ladies’ Luncheon teapot. ‘I think I love you,’ he told the alchemist. Adrienne shook her head in disbelief as she approached Wren, clapping her on the shoulder. ‘Killed by a teapot… I’ll have to tell Drue and Tal about this.’
