"I know what I saw," she says, with all the foreboding she can manage. Under the circumstances, pressed close to Gideon's side and with Gideon's fingers still stroking lightly over her arm, hot even through the protective layer of her sleeve, it isn't much. Harrow takes a sip of her tea, her teeth making a light sound on the porcelain as she keeps the mug against her mouth for a beat longer than necessary.
"If you're going to ask me something, just say it."
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Date: 2021-09-20 06:27 pm (UTC)"If you're going to ask me something, just say it."