“Ivy,” Crowther said sharply, “out now. And not a word about this to anyone.”
Ivy gave a careless nod as she left.
Crowther closed the door again. Helena wanted to ask who the girl was, but she dreaded the conversation and turned her attention to her right hand. She blocked the nerves at the elbow and began a cautious examination.
“What happened?”
“I think Ferron was upset about last week,” she said, glad she had something to focus on so she didn’t have to look at Crowther. “You know how prideful he is. I don’t think he liked that I’d helped him. I barely arrived and he said he wanted to see me fight.”
She glanced up in time to see Crowther’s lips disappear into a thin line.
“Did you reveal your vivimancy?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Crowther nodded, still looking sceptica
