He finds her in the library, looking strangely at home amidst the books and parchment, with a quill tucked behind one ear and her fingertips smeared with ink. She doesn’t look up when he sits down, though the corners of her mouth twitch a bit.
“Brave,” she says, mostly to the book her nose is half-buried in, but he knows it’s for him anyway. “Was there something you wanted?”
“Brave,” Derek snorts. “Because you’re a snake or because you’re a girl?”
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