That smile of hers is absolutely heartbreaking; Gideon would swallow her own tongue before she said anything that would wreck that beautiful curve. She huffs a relieved breath, dimly aware of having barely avoided running face-first into this thing that is suddenly lurking in the room with them, just as big and just as terrifying as the thing in the bowels of Canaan House.
But it doesn't matter. It's just noise.
"I know that look. Stop lusting over my bones, you freak, I'm not dead yet."
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Date: 2020-10-21 07:43 pm (UTC)But it doesn't matter. It's just noise.
"I know that look. Stop lusting over my bones, you freak, I'm not dead yet."