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“I don’t think we involved any guns.” Lifting the book, Ren Torre took a bookmark from her nightstand and saved the page. After leaning over to set the book down, she turned back to Sophie before collapsing on her side. She pressed her head to her pillow, and hooked her arm —
beneath it. While not pouting just yet, the slight skew of her lips suggested she had already guessed the answer to her follow-up. “Will you be leaving now?”
It did not matter how many times they met, or the circumstances of those meetings; Ren Torre always made something of a —
When Sophie began to stir, Ren Torre lowered the open pages of the book to her chest. Other than the blanket covering her lower half, served as her only covering. Her head leaned back on the pillows stacked against the headboard, she tilted her head to the sound of the other’s —
Ten-thousand glimmer to the first person to give her their undivided attention for the rest of the day.
The only difference with Aredhel is that she’s recently woken up, and has opted to spend her time reading. She would be smoking, but that seems a rude way to wake up Sophie.
