A terrible wailing came from the doorway as Ty spoke. It was Irene, her whiskery jaws stretched open and all of her fur standing on end. Livvy would not have thought that such a tiny animal could have produced such a large noise. Still wailing, Irene leaped onto the bed and butted Ty in the chin. The noise she was making changed to smaller, angry inquiring trills like a hot teakettle who had a lot of questions but suspected she wasn’t going to like any of the answers.

“What on earth is that?” Magnus said.

“This is Irene,” Ty said. “She’s a Carpathian lynx.”

“Of course!” said Magnus. “A Carpathian lynx. How silly of me.” His eyes met Livvy’s. “A boy, a Carpathian lynx, and a ghost. Truly I expect great things from you and your brother, Livvy. Here, Ty. This is for you.” He dropped the Herondale necklace into Ty’s palm. “Livvy will explain its purpose. Suffice it to say that if you need me for any reason at all, you can use it to summon me. Livvy’s been telling me about Idris, about what she overheard. But I have been up all night long, and I need some strong tea. I’m going to go find Ragnor Fell and make him find me some strong tea.”

He made as grand an exit as anyone can make when they are wearing an oversize down coat, and as he exited, Anush entered, his arms bloody with scratches.

Anush gazed after Magnus in astonishment. “That was Magnus Bane,” he said to Ty. “Was he here to see you?”

“Yes. He’s our friend,” Ty said.

Anush said, “I knew that you know him, but I didn’t realize you had a just-dropping-by-the-Scholomance-to-see-you type of relationship! Sorry about that animal. I went to your room to see if I could bring you back a book or some clothes or something, and she got away from me. She’s so pretty. But she’s so mean.”

“Her name is Irene,” Ty said, looking fondly at the lynx curled up beside him.

Anush said, “Again, rhymes with ‘mean.’ Do you want me to go get some scraps from the kitchen for her?”

When Anush was gone, Livvy told Ty everything that had happened while she had been in Los Angeles and in the conservatory in England. Ty said, “I’m so sorry, Livvy.”

“For what?” she said.

“For doing this to you,” he said.

“Oh, Ty,” she said. “I would have done it for you. It isn’t a thing that should be done, but I would have done it anyway. And so we would be in just the same mess we’re in now. Besides, I think I’m getting the hang of this ghost thing.”