The Hexologists (The Hexologists, #1)

by Josiah Bancroft

Isolde recrossed her legs and bounced the topmost with a metronome’s precision. She hadn’t had time to comb her hair since rising, or rather, she had had the time but not the will during her morning reading hours, which the king’s secretary had so brazenly interrupted, necessitating the swapping of her silk robe for breeches and a blouse. Wearing a belt and shoes seemed an absolute waste of a Sunday morning.

same Issy, same

Warren lifted his shoulders as if fending off a shiver. “Well, you can’t spell ‘necromance’ without ‘romance,’ I suppose.”