undonewithout

"Do not remind me," Harrow replies, the brightness of Gideon's grin grating at her nerves and sinking warm into her chest at the same moment. She pauses, listening to the lack of sound around them; what noise there is is distant, mostly the growl of cars on the road that rings the park, easily ignored. "The trees must have an insulating effect," she says. "Not to mention the fact we're well out of the way of the more popular sections of the park."