The amulet hadn't fixed him, hadn't fixed her — Protego Lochrin was a liar. Hanna was going to have to find him — if she ever recovered her pride, which was hard to do when she was partially underneath Mr. Hudson and his hand had recently been on her leg and he wouldn't marry her.
At least he thought she was striking.
"Oh," Hanna said. She swallowed. "Can we — still be friends?" (She was not sure if they were friends — but she would certainly like for him to be her friend.) "And — if I do become a spinster — I would like to do this again."
(She had not entirely ruled out manipulating someone to the altar, although he seemed to careful for that. But if she did not succeed, especially after this disappointment of a night, then she would like to be touched again before she died.)
At least he thought she was striking.
"Oh," Hanna said. She swallowed. "Can we — still be friends?" (She was not sure if they were friends — but she would certainly like for him to be her friend.) "And — if I do become a spinster — I would like to do this again."
(She had not entirely ruled out manipulating someone to the altar, although he seemed to careful for that. But if she did not succeed, especially after this disappointment of a night, then she would like to be touched again before she died.)
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