One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
“Indeed not. I was given your direction by—”
“Don’t.” Jack held up his hand. “Who hardly matters. I’m more concerned with why.”
I can't. Why the hell is it so hard for you to write times-appropriate shit when you talk so much about loving research, Cross?
She curtsied—ignoring Jack
“I think you intimidate her.”
Oh, fuck you, you were rude to her and now you act like you deserve her attention?