Hermione looked up at Devereux, a flash of hesitation crossing her eyes.
She knew his words were trustworthy, but that inexplicable tension still refused to dissipate completely. It was as if something was about to happen—something intangible, quietly welling up deep inside her heart. Her fingers gently stroked the tabletop, making unconscious movements with her fingertips as if seeking some comfort. She took a deep breath, almost able to feel that strange premonition slowly fermenting in her chest.
"If that's the case, then I have some things I'd like to say to Devereux, too."
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