Sirella’s povHe quickly lifted a hand. “She’s my friend. I trust her. She helped me once when I was near death. She’s the reason I made it out alive. She’s not like the others.”“Still…” I said, my voice trembling. “A witch?”“She’s kind,” he said. “Strange, but kind. I left the child with her because no one would think to look for him there. And she has protections around her home. Powerful ones. He’s safe, I promise.”I gaped at him. “But how can you be sure?”“He’s safe.”“Really?”He nodded. “Yes. And tonight, we’ll bring him home. But together. Now though . . . you need to eat.”I nodded and took another spoonful of soup, hoping the warm liquid could settle my nerves.He smiled a little. “You still make that face when you’re worried.”I blinked. “What face?” He made a face by pouting and wrinkling his forehead. “This one.”I laughed, an awkward thing that I barely recognized. “You’re annoying, ” I said .“You love it ,” he replied .We kept eating quietly for a few minutes.“D
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