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Not that Juliana could talk, she tolerated Hawthorn for the money, too.
Hawthorn blinked. “Are all women obsessed with murder, or is it just you two?”
“The joke is entirely on you,” Hawthorn insisted as they climbed, “for I shall now be taking a very long bath with the door open.”
Juliana paused. “You’re actually tempted by the cakes, aren’t you?” “I… I like food, all right?”
Bed hair really suits you. Also, you have lovely ankles.”
“I’m half surprised you didn’t name it Princeslayer.” “I’d have to kill a prince with it first.” “Ha!” he barked. “Wait, why are you looking at me that way?”
“You look vexed.” “This is my natural expression.” “Regrettable.
“Fake a moan of pleasure—” “I will do no such thing!” “I will pay you.” Juliana let out a long, warbling moan.
Juliana was about to throw a spoon really, really hard.
a cold towel was pressed against his head. ”Is that… floor water?”
“I hate it when you’re thoughtful,” she settled on. “I hate it when you risk your life for weaponry, but there we go.”
he said, and slipped an arm around her waist. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Trying to dance. I am succeeding. You are not.”
The temptation to go spit on Lucinda’s sleeping form was mildly tempting,
“Please do go on. I’ve never found my eyes to be my best feature. My rear, perhaps.
“Yes,” he said, “I like you. Immeasurably.” Now it was Juliana’s turn to blink, as if the words were alien to her. “For… for my personality?” “I know, I’m rather shocked too.”
“You just threw a book at the Unseelie King!” “I know. Don’t worry. It was Egberd’s encyclopaedia, though. Monstrously out of date and wholly inaccurate. Not worth the paper it’s printed on.”
The Guild of Witches actually banned fathers promising their children in the year of Briar 314.” Juliana raised an eyebrow. “But not mothers?” “Of course not! They do all the hard work. They want to bargain off their newborns? Fine. Can’t say I really blame them.
