Warrick stood, folding the paper as he crossed to Wesley, not bothering with wax. Wesley gave his employer a swift nod followed by a more polite one aimed at Nim. “Please tell Allister the answer is seven and ten.” “Certainly,” Nim said. There was a flash of candlelight as Wesley exited through the sitting room, and when the door closed behind him, Warrick crossed his arms. “What?” she said. “I have no idea what is seven and ten. The two leave me entirely out of the conversation most times.” “You’ve known the boy for two days. Am I to believe your entire household has taken him to their bosom
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