“Now that I know magic is real?” Mercy had put on a vintage pajama set and slathered her face with cream. “No way. But wouldn’t it be easier to come and go with all of this Lethe stuff if we didn’t have to worry about Lauren asking questions?” “I’m not in Lethe anymore,” Alex reminded her. “Neither are you. And we’re being hunted by demons.” “I know, but … I can’t just go back to not knowing.”
