“So tell me, how did you become a hermit?” I coughed on the sip of chai I was swallowing and set the cup in my lap. “What on earth are you talking about?” “I asked around about the reclusive witch, Isadora Savoie,” he said with no shame at all. “Why would you do that?” “I was curious.” “And what? Someone told you I’m a hermit?” He shrugged one shoulder, resting his arm closest to me along the back of the bench, his fingers brushing awfully close to my shoulder. “Some didn’t even know who I was talking about. They knew all the sisters, but you. Until I mentioned you were the one who rode a
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