Anastasia frowns, far from reassured. It's the way he stares at her, how tongue-tied he is for a moment, like he has no idea what to do with her in a meeting that wasn't carefully pre-arranged (or like something bigger is going on, something she can't even guess at and doesn't want to acknowledge). She knows things are awkward between them, and the odds of that letting up anytime soon are slim. Maybe they can work their way back to just being friends, like Faraday and Marie, if they can get through the more immediate mess that stands before them. But that won't happen overnight, and the best she can do is resign herself to it until they sort Goddard out.
That's what she'd assumed, anyway. What he says about them being safe -- as if anyplace on earth is entirely out the Scythedom's reach -- is like a puzzle piece that refuses to fit with the rest.
"How is that even possible?" she asks, trying to keep her voice level, to not sound impatient. Whatever this is, it isn't Rowan's fault. He looks about as stunned by all this as she is. "Where's 'here'?"
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Date: 2019-03-19 08:48 pm (UTC)From:That's what she'd assumed, anyway. What he says about them being safe -- as if anyplace on earth is entirely out the Scythedom's reach -- is like a puzzle piece that refuses to fit with the rest.
"How is that even possible?" she asks, trying to keep her voice level, to not sound impatient. Whatever this is, it isn't Rowan's fault. He looks about as stunned by all this as she is. "Where's 'here'?"