Bessie, darling, will you put these aside?” Bessie takes the basket of fruit. She looks longingly at it. “How come them folk turned their backs on you, eh?” The room feels close. Fetry and Kin avoid my eyes. “They believe the Untouchables and I had something to do with Creostus’s murder.” “That’s queer, innit?” Bessie stares at me. “How come they fink that?” “Gemma’s been having secret talks with Circe,” Fetry Kinounces. “Oh, Gemma,” Gry scolds. Her violet eyes flash, and in that moment they lose their color and become the milky blue-white of the Winterlands. The stare sends a chill down my spine. “’Oo’s Circe?” Mae asks. “The worst sort of villain,” Gry explains. “She tried to kill Gemma. She would do anything to possess the magic of the Temple and rule the realms. She can’t be tr

