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"That was not so wise of you, Anna," Sebastian said with a dismissive wave, as if shooing her off. He was seated at his room terrace of the castle, legs crossed while he took a sip of human wine, the sweet grape taste touching his lips.
He regarded Anna with one tired look, not surprised that she had followed Draven. The lady witch always seemed to know it all, but she had quite forgotten who was the oldest witch amongst them. Anna had helped Draven greatly, quite well, but he was the oldest witch and well, most understimated, which makes it seem as if, the witch knew more than he does.
"I did not mean to peep," she looked away, her gaze fixed on the wilted garden below. It was the most interesting thing in the castle other than Draven; even as a witch, she just couldn't make those flowers grow. "But I cannot help myself when the coastal country is much more dangerous for him."
