you’d stepped foot in that pool.” I glared at him defiantly. “Not with the ring.” “That ring isn’t a relic. It’s a trinket and nothing more. It wouldn’t have protected you.” “It shielded you when you brought me through the pool!” “No. It didn’t,” he said icily. “Of course it fucking didn’t.” “You told Layne—” “I told Layne I was wearing it. Nothing more. Whatever she inferred from that is her own undoing.”
