[ he's looking at her so unkindly. that's familiar enough. then he speaks, emphasizes, and her own expression schools into white-knuckled neutrality. lips pursed, chin lifted. she has to wrap her tail around her own leg, tight beneath the falls of skirt.
it's him. Alec Brennan did everything she didn't know how to do. ]
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it's him. Alec Brennan did everything she didn't know how to do. ]
You think I think I own him?