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“Can’t I say Happy Valentine’s Day to anyone?”
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Annnnnnnnd…. *brain explodes* I mean. Uh. Hi. Nice accent you have, there. ;)
Only ever the best ways ;) The kind of ways that leaves one…discombobulated, in fact :)
That is good to know. An accent like that is a terrible thing to waste.
I shall strive never to let it go to waste! I think I’m off to a rather good start tonight, don’t you think?
Objectively speaking, I cannot possibly imagine for what better start a person could possibly wish. Then again, for some the musings of a writer are like the call of a siren. Happen to know anyone like that?
I may happen to know of a rather charming, witty young woman, but she has no call of a siren mind you, at least, not when singing. She has been rather successful with just merely speaking though. I’ll see what I can do about putting you in touch ;)
Chapter 2 Part 3
Further musings, however, were interrupted by a swift knock at the door. Myka had just time to turn around when the brass knob twisted. A spike of adrenaline shot through the agent’s chest.
The door swung open.
Helena stood in Myka’s doorway. Her hair was still coiled into an elaborate hairstyle, but the smaller woman had changed since tea. She now wore a button-down shirt, fitted pin-striped vest and trousers. It was not the almost criminal attractiveness of the attire that made Myka freeze however. Wells had made one more rather noticeable addition to her wardrobe.
She now held a weapon, which happened to be pointed directly at Myka’s head.
The hand that held the odd looking Tesla – for Myka could only assume that despite the unfamiliar design, the weapon was at least the predecessor to the one she herself now carried – was perfectly steady and the other woman’s expression was decidedly unruffled. Even amused. Dark eyes pinned Myka to the spot with an intensity that reminded the agent all too well of a predator who had just set its sights on its favored prey.
Of all the thoughts that raced chaotically through Myka’s brain in that moment, the one that chose to make itself heard was the realization that even a century out of time, she and Helena really did seem to be forever destined to meet at gunpoint.
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