Chapter 109
I had to, I try to tell myself. He could have hurt me badly. I didn’t think he wanted to, even in the depths of his fear, but he hadn’t been in control of himself. He could have burned half the building down, killed someone. I had to. Sometimes, you want to help someone, that means you get covered in s**t. Grandma’s voice makes me feel a little better, but only a little. I get up and take a bath before breakfast. The water in the tub is chilly, but I don’t want to wake the maids to heat it, and it still sluices away the sweat. I soak my hair, press it dry carefully, and go over it with a brush. Then I dress in a sky-blue kizen embroidered with purple plums, and pick a silver comb set with amethysts to match it. None of the servants seem to notice anything’s amiss, but Harry is more obse
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