“There’s no determination there,” Isabel said. “I dislike you—quite effortlessly.” Eva’s reaction was a punched-out sound. It could have been amusement—it could have been frustration. It rolled through her once, twice. “Right,” she said, and then looked up at the ceiling, the empty game rack. She blinked rapidly, throat working. “Right,” she said, and walked by Isabel, making to leave. Isabel caught her by her elbow—it happened without her intention. They both looked down at Isabel’s hand, the dig of her fingers. She was holding on tightly. “Let go,” Eva said. Her voice was rough now. Isabel
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