“I’ll catch her this time,” Tedros said, glaring at the wall beside her. “She’s poison, that girl.” “She’s hurt, Tedros. She thinks you made a promise.” “It’s not a promise if it’s made under false pretenses. She used me to win the Trial and she used you too.” “You don’t know the slightest thing about her,” Agatha said. “She still loves you. And she’s still my friend.” “Blimey, you must be a better soul than me, because I don’t know what you see in her. All I see is a manipulative witch.” “Then look closer.” Tedros turned. “Or look at someone else.” Agatha felt sick again.
