Padma set the jar of tea leaves down because her hands were threatening to crush it as they squeezed into involuntary fists. She let out a breath and looked up at her sister, trying to catch Parvati's eye.
"Wards aren't foolproof, Parvati," she said, her voice soft. She folded her arms and leaned back against the counter. "You really didn't know who it was?" She asked, one eyebrow raised slightly.