Seph clasped my hand on the way upstairs, her presence a comfort despite my vicious thoughts. When we got to our room, we crossed to our respective beds and sat in stunned silence. After batting at Seph's cloak strings to try to get her to play, Nebbles gave up and fell asleep on her boot.
"Do you think it was Ramsey?" Seph asked quietly.
"I don't know," I admitted.
Seph released a long breath. "I can't stay here anymore. I need to go if it's going to be like this."
Maybe she was looking for my acceptance, but I couldn't give it to her. She had every right to leave here, more than anyone. But what if I could make it better for her? Today, before the one-week clock ran out? Find answers and erase the threat so she could focus on her necromancy instead of everything else? I owed her that
