Back to the main topic, Primrose actually had another theory.
What if the magic he meant was the kind that required a medium to work? Like magic spells, blood, or hair.
Edmund had to use his blood to activate the magic in her ring, so it could fall into the category of magic with a medium, just like the ring he himself wore.
But her mind-reading? It didn't need anything. She didn't need any ritual, any blood, or even a single magic spell.
Yeah, she would stick with that theory for now.
"How did you get in here?" Primrose slowly crawled backward from him, her eyes occasionally flicking toward the library door that seemed to grow farther and farther away.
But even if she reached it, she knew it would be locked, so running toward it would be pointless.
What about Callen? Wouldn't he notice something was wrong? The ambush earlier had been noisy enough that, under normal circumstances, he should have heard it from outside.
