Sylvie was in the next room, Verity reminded herself again as he came to stand behind her. Of all the opportunities Everett had had to commit a heinous crime, now was hardly the one to take. Even if he did, she could reach her wand before he would reach his. Everett was kind, loving even. He wouldn't have married her to spare her the shame of the fall if he didn't care for her in some way.

This was fine.

"I'm sorry." Verity whispered. Whether she was apologizing for inconveniencing him or for how bizarrely she was acting, she didn't know. Still, it had to be said. "And thank you, for the help. It's been awhile since I last had to do it myself."

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