Asterion cleared his throat and continued. "Still, I will go back to London. Ask who we might reach in the east. Find a witch who can arrange a more immediate communication." "I could do the same. I am more charming than you," Conall joked, earning a grunt. "Admit to me you're avoiding Evanthia." "Don't you want to stay?" Asterion snapped, a chair screeching its heels over stone. "I can still smell you on her. Barely." "Of course I do, but not so you can position us about to your liking. To your preferred avoidance of the woman. I am… I do want to be what she needs, but I know I am not all of
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