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
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“I think you intimidate her.”
Oh, fuck you, you were rude to her and now you act like you deserve her attention?