For a few moments, Abigail hesitated. The others wouldn't forgive her. She wouldn’t forgive herself. After all, there were other 'neutral' parties in the Night Council who might decide to do a favour for their president without the truce ever being broken. She had to protect her coven.

"I can't," she said.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. There was one hope. It would make her look naive if Sylvia believed it at all, but she had to try.

"I don't know their names. We use code names and contact each other through burner mobiles. Precisely so no one has this information. I can give you the numbers and aliases, but that's all I have."