“I’m right, aren’t I?” I pushed. “You’ve been driving one your whole life!” “Not even Moroi give licenses to infants, Sage,” he said wryly. “Don’t dodge this. You know what I mean. You’ve known how to drive stick for years.” His silence answered for him, telling me I was right, even if his face was hard to read. “Why?” I demanded. Now I was nearly pleading. Everyone said I was so exceptionally smart, I could string random things together and make remarkable conclusions. But this was beyond me, and I couldn’t handle something that made so little sense. “Why would you do that? Why would you act
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