Verity's stomach was turning despite her best efforts to keep her, now confirmed, thoughts at bay. They had been betrayed. It was someone they knew, someone they invited into their home who had attacked her husband...
She walked into the lawn to where she knew she had been found, she remembered it too vividly. "He was here," she told him, her eyes swimming with memories. "I don't think he'd been moved, he looked like he'd fallen." She looked up and checked the wards to make sure they still extended that far. "We're within the wards," she told him. "We wanted them to go out to the street so that we didn't have to worry about Marlowe playing in the yard..." Clearly, they had to worry anyway.