Continued from here @goodmeeting ❝ What's the matter? ❞ she asks. Staring, she quirks her brow. ❝ Cat got your tongue? ❞ Isn't that what they say? Nina frowns, collecting her hands over her belly, threading her fingers together with idle precision. ❝ If you want to say something to me, you can. You should. ❞ A beat. ❝ When you talk, I listen. You should speak more. I'll listen more. If you do, that is. ❞
"It is a very persistent cat." He kept his gaze cast down to the side, thumb rubbing a small circle against the smooth silver handle of his cane. A new gift, as was the outfit he was also wearing. Neater than anything he'd ever owned before the figure he cut was clean-lined and sharp. A figure that no longer belonged in the spot which he stood.
You will relinquish everything from your previous life. The words of his new employer still stung in his head.
A quick glance upward as she continued to speak and he thought about not saying anything else, of only putting her voice to memory. They couldn't take that from him, could they?
He wouldn't let them.
"I came to say"—a brief pause and this time he met her eyes—"there will be less opportunity for me to speak more. Far less, in fact."









