"A witch." Abigail repeats it, cocking her head to the side a bit. Then, a small smile appears on her face. It's not a kind or grateful smile, no. It's one of someone who is beginning to have an edge sharpened within her. "Whose loyalties I can't be sure of."

After all, announcing herself as a Circle Midnight witch had already made her a target once. Putting herself at the complete mercy of someone else? No. She wasn't keen on that idea at all.