"No," she says. "She liked them." She looks, actually, shocked by the question; Harrow thinks of herself as cynical and scheming but she's all of seventeen. Griddle killing her seems possible and perhaps deserved; Griddle killing Magnus Quinn seems absurd.

You treat me more like a stranger than Marcus Quinn did and I've known you all my life.

"They died in the basement laboratory. We don't know exactly how, but Magnus the Fifth died with his sword drawn." She looks troubled now: "We couldn't raise their spirits. Seven necromancers drawing diagrams and spilling blood to no avail. The Eighth cavalier nearly lost his soul because of his master's stupid siphoning."