"Is that a promise?" Kit asked, a smirk tugging at his lips at the mere thought of catching Ilinca in the forest. He had meant what he had said about her being a picture, the idea of seeing her in her element more than a little enticing.
Nodding along, Kit remained silent as he thought on the topic. Ilinca wasn't wrong; London had its own community of creatures like them, ones that didn't drop in and take off. "Unless there are some Cirque members in particular who are causing the spirits here to go crazy," he said, though his voice had dropped in volume. "Or there's more power to feed on with all of us here, which is causing the negative spirits to get a boost."