‘I’m not a witch,’ she repeated, sensibly. ‘I would know if I were a witch.’ She stared down at her traitorous fingers. She was still light-headed. It was the hot water. And maybe the sight of the blood. ‘You are the witch.’ Shen shrugged. ‘Well, you’re not wrong.’ Rose began to tremble. Even as she’d thrown the accusation out, she hadn’t expected he’d admit to it so plainly. ‘But I’m not the only witch in this pool. And I’m definitely not a healer,’ he went on. ‘I didn’t think I’d be the one to tell you, but you, Rose of Eana, are most certainly a witch.’ He ran a finger along his thigh,
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