“When I was in the conservatory,” Livvy said, forcing the words out, “I felt as if I could swap places with Tessa’s baby. That I could be alive again, if I were willing to take her baby’s life. Her baby’s place.”

Magnus said, “Necromancy is a very dark art. Yes. Perhaps you could have. Or perhaps you might have killed the baby or Tessa, and ended up with nothing at all. Magic can have a high price, Livvy.”

“I don’t want to hurt anybody,” Livvy said. “That’s what Annabel did. I don’t want to be like Annabel, Magnus. I don’t! But I don’t want to be dead, either! It isn’t fair!”

“No,” Magnus said. “It isn’t fair. But life isn’t fair. And you died bravely, Livvy.”

“Stupidly,” Livvy said. “I died stupidly.”

“Bravely,” Magnus said. “Though I admit that sometimes I wish Shadowhunters were a little less brave and used their heads a little more.”

Livvy sniffed. “Well,” she said. “Ty is good at that. Using his head.”

“Ty is exceptional,” Magnus said. “I expect great things from him. And from you, too, Livvy. Because if you do not do great things, then I fear you may do terrible things. The two of you have remarkable potential.”

“Me?” she said. “But I’m dead.”

“Nevertheless,” Magnus said. He reached into his pocket and said, “And I have a present for you. Well, it’s from Kit, too. It’s for you and Ty.” He held out a silver chain from which hung the figure of a bird. A heron, Livvy realized.

“You’re bound to Ty,” Magnus said, “but it’s a necromantical bond. I was poking around for something to use that might work to bear a little of the weight that bond must be on you and Ty, and Kit asked what I was doing. He gave me this, and I have altered it a little. Given it some potency. If Ty wears it, it should shield him a little from any side effects of being bound to the dead. And it should sustain you a little. It should ease some of the strangeness of being in the living world. You can touch it. And, too, should you or he feel in need of help, you can use it to call on me. Or Ty can. Once it belonged to Kit’s mother. It was given to her by Jem, so that when she was in danger she could summon him. Now it will serve you and your brother.”

Livvy stretched out a finger. Stroked the silver heron. “Oh,” she said. “I can! I can feel it!”

Magnus said, “Yes. Well. Good.”

“Like one of Ty’s fidget toys,” Livvy said. “Like Julian’s lighter.” She was running her fingers along the chain now. “Is the baby okay? Mina?”

“Yes,” Magnus said. “She’s fine. Everyone is fine. The conservatory, on the other hand …”