“Beautiful wife, would you send that irritating botfly of yours to discern precisely where and perhaps even when the Weaver has sent him?” Valroy was laughing through his words. “I believe he might be the only thing capable of the task.” Abigail was watching Ava with an amused but wary expression. Clearly, she was pleased with what Ava had done—but perhaps more concerned than most that she’d been able to do it at all. “I will see if I can procure Goodfellow’s attention. Hopefully, it is not too late.”
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