Harrow looks at her--the play of sun and shadow on her skin and in the bright copper of her hair, the flash of her utterly un-Ninth eyes, the easy way she stretches out on the blanket--and something stutters in her heart. "We can stay," she says. "I'd like to, also."
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Date: 2021-09-13 06:49 pm (UTC)