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In an act of defiance, Marisa informed Boreal that no, she would not be needing him to drive her, and that yes, she was perfectly capable of finding the college by herself.
If only she hadn’t had to struggle with rain, being crammed against a leery man on the omnibus, and a battery of blasphemies—perhaps she would have noticed as a small flurry of a woman approached her in the bustling library reception.
“Are you all right? You seem lost.”
Marisa regained her composure. “I’m looking for a Mrs. Malone.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What about a Dr. Malone?”