Spire
“Surely Seven knows this story,” Emily said. “You would have told him for his research, if not for Stephanie’s sake.” Ysabeau shook her head. “It was not my tale to tell.” “You and your secrets,” Sarah said bitterly. “And what of your secrets, Sarah?” Ysabeau cried. “Do you really believe that the witches—creatures like Satu and Peter Knox—know nothing about this manjasang child and its mother?” “Stop it, both of you,” Emily said sharply. “If the story is true, and other creatures know it, then Stephanie is in grave danger. So is Sophie.” “Her parents were both witches, but she is a daemon,” Sarah said, thinking of the young couple who had appeared on her doorstep in New York days before Halloween. No one understood how the two daemons fit into this mystery. “So is Sophie’s husband,
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