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13. My/your muse tells the other a secret.
“I wouldn’t mind starting it all up again,” Malva said, her voice calm and even, like she was suggesting a place to eat or talking about the weather. Her attention flitted to the woman across the table from her. It wasn’t exactly a business meeting, but it was something like one. If only it was that clear cut.
Things were never simple when it came to their kind of business. Lines were drawn that couldn’t be talked about without crossing them. Give away too much and there was no chance of a good deal. Too little and even the small semblance of understanding that was there could crumble.
Malva sipped at her tea, taking a moment to find the right words. “I liked it, you know, being part of the team. I don’t think there’s any shame in that, you ought to like what you do, don’t you think? But I must admit... I don’t trust any of you. And if you want to get anywhere with Lysandre, you want me to trust you.”
Setting her cup down, she tented her fingers and leaned forward slightly, a faint smile curling into place. “But let’s just keep that between us girls, we wouldn’t want anyone else trying to cozy up to me and my team, now would we?”
