“She’s not Mundane either,” said Jupiter flatly. “No.” Murgatroyd sniffed, watching Morrigan with an appraising eye. She leaned in close—closer than Morrigan would have liked—and spoke in an unsettling rasp. “Gregoria Quinn thought she could tuck you away inside these hallowed halls, where you wouldn’t become a problem for the rest of the Free State. Wouldn’t become another mess for the Wundrous Society to clean up. I told her, the fool—safest place for a firecracker is out in the open.”
