Micah insisted. Again. “Then who would? Who even could?” I pressed. “Who besides Oriana and you has more power than Old Stoney?” “Firstly, you overestimate my influence,” Micah said. “Secondly, that crone deals in deceit as much as tinctures. Take care, love, before you take her word as true.” I blew out an exasperated breath; yeah, I knew she wasn’t trustworthy. But who around here was? “She practically admitted to cursing the boggart.” “That, I do believe.” Micah took my hands, grazing his thumbs across my knuckles. “Why did you go to her alone?” “I told you, I was with Max.” Micah harrumphed, which I ignored. “Besides, you said she was of questionable loyalties. Anyone who would send a giant boggart to the manor must be of questionable loyalties, right?” “You have a point,” Micah murmured. Then he rose and buckled on his sword belt. “Very well. I will travel to the Golden Court and discuss this matter with Oriana directly.” “You will?”
