"I dare say Hollow doctored Deranges' handwriting," Sebastian said between chuckles.
Edwin wasn't listening to him. When the eagle had come, the healer had thought that someone wealthy was on a deathbed.
Instead, it was a letter from Harry. With his handwriting and way of speaking. Edwin didn't know what to do. Hadrian and he were friends, nothing more.
Right?
"What if it is real?" Edwin whispered. Sebastian stopped snickering to give a wolf whistle. Edwin regarded him with an unamused look.
"Remind me why I haven't ordered you to go die on a dune so far?" Edwin knew that he was being harsh, but he hated being mocked.
And, unlike all the times when his patients called him a charlatan, he couldn't console himself with the thought that the one mocking him was wrong.