All of this was information that could be learned by some well-done stalking, (she did not remember a kidnapping impacting her, although teaching someone to fight seemed like something Ivy would do) — except for the blood rain. Ivy's jaw tensed.

Of course, she'd suspected for years that Thomasin's death had come from the Unbreakable Vow. She had never verbalized this, because she did not think that anyone would appreciate it — she didn't think they would believe her. Her friends had never really seemed like people Ivy would fit in with naturally.

She could not be sure — she could be right about Thomasin. Or the blonde woman could be telling the truth. "Walk me through the blood rain," Ivy said, tone flat. "Carefully."