Chapter 51 He Doesn't Answer Right Away

Hazel's POV

Osric held the pen for a long time.

The clock over the stove ticked. Jasper's chair creaked once. I counted my own pulse the way I did that first terrible night with the cauldron, one, two, three, and every beat came out louder than the one before.

"Osric," I said. "Say something."

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