She was in the middle of beginning chapter five yet again when the creak of a floorboard alerted her,

and she looked up to find Will standing before her, damp-haired, his gloves in his hands. Will. Tessa set the book down on the windowsill beside her. You startled me. I didnt mean to interrupt, he said in a low voice. If you are reading He began to turn away. I am not, she said, and he stopped, looking back at her over his shoulder. I cannot lose myself in words now. I cannot calm the distraction of my mind. Nor I, he said, turning fully now. He was no longer spattered in blood. His clothes were clean, and his skin mostly unmarked, though she could see the pinkish-white lines of grazes on his neck, disappearing down into the collar of his shirt, healing as the iratzes did their work. Is there news of myis there news of Jem? There is no change, he said, though she had guessed as much. If there had been a change, Will would not have been here. The Brothers will still not let anyone into the room, not even Charlotte. And why are you here? he went on. Sitting in the dark? Benedict wrote on the wall of his study, she said in a low voice. Before he turned into that creature, I imagine, or while it was happening. I dont know. The Infernal Devices are without pity. The Infernal Devices are without regret. The Infernal Devices are without number. The Infernal Devices will never stop coming. The infernal devices? I assume he means Mortmains clockwork creatures. Not that we have seen any of them for months