A seer. An actual, honest to God seer. Had been his wife. Of course, that made sense. Seers were a group Naeva actively was jealous of. Not that she’d tell Charles that fact. But it made sense, somehow, that his late wife was a seer. Had she seen their relationship? This messy plan Naeva had made? But that was getting into prying territory again, and she would be rude to ask.

What wouldn’t be rude? Well. “You didn’t answer my question, Mr. Marshall,” she drawled, arching an eyebrow. “What was your favorite subject in school?”

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