I pressed my lips together. I remembered Alex saying that Star didn’t like to discuss her witchiness—so I wasn’t going to say a word. Even if it was torture to keep quiet.
But then I was distracted by the tattoos. Below the waistline of even the most daring and briefest of briefs was a tiny row of symbols.
Star caught my gaze. “They’re all intact. Not that I had any doubts, given the state of the body.”
“So, any ideas as to how the magic was drained?” Alex asked.
“If you’re asking me to confirm your hypothesis, you know I can’t.” Star walked away and pulled out a plain sheet from a drawer. “I don’t know the specifics of how golem children are created any more than you do. Not how the magic is gathered or how it’s stored. But the state of the body, the fact he hasn’t been completely dra
