Sabrina wishes she hadn't looked up, wishes she wasn't watching, because she can see him absorb the bit about Nick. She shakes her head, because she has to do something, she has to try even if she's doomed to fail.

"We can talk," she says, unable to keep the devastation from her voice. "But the candles will burn down and then it's set and I won't be able to take it apart. I don't know what I'm going to do, but if I can't leave, I can't hurt anyone."

She doesn't believe this is ironclad; she suspects Magnus could probably take it apart, or even Marcus's hunter friend. But it can buy her time, maybe. Or-- or-- maybe they can't take it apart. Maybe she stays here.