Maybe she was just convenient. Free of complications. Ludicrous. She's been nothing but complications for him since she met him.
Her pride still bristles, a bit. She's told him he's the reason she's not gone back to Istanbul yet. Told him she wasn't even looking for a lover. (Didn't dare explain why.) Told him she doesn't believe in luck.
There's a long drawn out silence as she deals with the unpleasant sensation behind her breastbone. Jealousy. How very odd.
"Then I won't be forced to kill them?" She tries for a light-hearted tease. She may even succeed.
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Maybe she was just convenient. Free of complications. Ludicrous. She's been nothing but complications for him since she met him.
Her pride still bristles, a bit. She's told him he's the reason she's not gone back to Istanbul yet. Told him she wasn't even looking for a lover. (Didn't dare explain why.) Told him she doesn't believe in luck.
There's a long drawn out silence as she deals with the unpleasant sensation behind her breastbone. Jealousy. How very odd.
"Then I won't be forced to kill them?" She tries for a light-hearted tease. She may even succeed.