She, however, had seen nothing wrong with doing this. This thing deserved everything it was getting. After taking Ella back she'd corrected papers, trying not to worry over Patrick and her brother. They'd be fine.
At least she hoped.
When she heard him she looked up, and felt some guilt she'd had him deal with this. But she hadn't known anyone else who could have lured this antichrist thing to where he'd needed to go. "Hey." She frowned before looking at the key. She hadn't an ounce of magic in her, but she knew those sigils. And it looked suspiciously red.
"Oh." She set her papers down and rose, taking the key almost gingerly and turned it over to trace the sigils. There was satisfaction there though. The dark part of her that made her the daughter of an Olympian and a Titan. She curled her fingers over the key and sighed.
She looked up at Patrick and smiled, "sorry. I didn't know who else he'd follow. I know that was a shitty thing to ask."