"Take your pick," Marr said with impressive indifference. "Does it really make a difference? Yes, I tried to murder you people. You annoy me."
"She can't," Solomon answered for her, without moving his gaze. He knew it was unnerving her from the way her foliage retracted and the uneasy twisting current taking them away, and smiled lazily. "There's something blocking her from remembering. And you've been trying, haven't you, Detective Marr?"
Something flicked up from the edge of the swamp and snapped at him, flicking water in his face. Solomon managed not to flinch, but he tensed, and knew that Dexter, at least, had noticed by the way the Adept's shoulder shifted under his hand.
"I see," Marr said. "Yes, that's exactly right. Well done. Can we move on, now? This is getting really rather boring, and you've already said prison is on the cards. Why wait?"
Solomon glanced toward Erskine. "You know, if I'm not mistaken, we're Elders now. Supposedly, that means we have connections and employees. Connections that mean we could have a magical block like this removed."
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"She can't," Solomon answered for her, without moving his gaze. He knew it was unnerving her from the way her foliage retracted and the uneasy twisting current taking them away, and smiled lazily. "There's something blocking her from remembering. And you've been trying, haven't you, Detective Marr?"
Something flicked up from the edge of the swamp and snapped at him, flicking water in his face. Solomon managed not to flinch, but he tensed, and knew that Dexter, at least, had noticed by the way the Adept's shoulder shifted under his hand.
"I see," Marr said. "Yes, that's exactly right. Well done. Can we move on, now? This is getting really rather boring, and you've already said prison is on the cards. Why wait?"
Solomon glanced toward Erskine. "You know, if I'm not mistaken, we're Elders now. Supposedly, that means we have connections and employees. Connections that mean we could have a magical block like this removed."