He also looks surprisingly serious, and Winnie has the sudden sense she has stepped into dangerous territory. Like a non meandering into the forest after dark. Her heart starts pounding. “You don’t like me like that, Jay, do you? Not like everyone thinks?” “Or maybe,” he counters, “it’s you who doesn’t like me like that, which is not like everyone thinks.” Winnie’s eyes thin behind her lenses. The effects of the melusine blood must be muddling her brain, because she can’t seem to parse what Jay just said. There were too many negatives that might have ultimately turned into a positive…? Maybe?
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