Alexa did the same, and the two girls were able to talk without having to raise their voices. They’d been talking about everything that had happened to them since they’d first met, filling in the gaps in the other’s knowledge as to how they had both ended up in this place. Philippa stared into space as her friend told her how Lucien and the Ashnon had finally managed to kill the Necrotroph that had murdered her father and left her irrevocably damaged. When the conversation inevitably got around to Trey, Alexa remarked on how she thought he’d changed since she’d seen him last. ‘I can’t quite put my finger on it, but he seems . . . colder. The last time I saw him was the morning he left for Canada. He was going out there to find his uncle, and it seemed that everyone apart from Trey knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy trip for him. My father had warned me about Frank Laporte, and the damage he might do to his nephew.’ She smiled anxiously.
