"Six months is a long time," Norrell counters, and his agitation is clear. "Look at how much we have achieved in a short time ourselves. No, no I do not like it.It sets a bad precedent, to have a Midnight Witch as a Maiden! Next she will be wanting more things! A chance at more representation, a seat on the Night Council! I have seen her, you know, coming back and forth from the headquarters! She is plotting something. She cannot be trusted. Even her attempt at an alliance with the fae -- treachery. She told me herself she would not help them even if she took territory from them. I have no doubt she will turn on them. Turn on everyone. Widdowsons are not to be trusted."

He shifts in his chair, lips flicking into a sneer of disgust as he settles deeper into it and scowls across the room at the very idea of Abigail.