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She jumped in surprise, holding James protectively before realizing it was him and relaxing. "Christ. You scared me."
She swatted at him playfully, raising one eyebrow. "The gunpowder, treason, and plot?"
He laughed slightly, kissing the top of her head. "You're biased."
(Zoop?)
"Sorry."
She was standing by the stove, flipping the omelet. James was asleep in her free arm, his head resting on her collarbone. She was humming quietly...
"You're not making any sense. What is it with you guys and being super vague?"
"I just... I don't deserve you, I guess."
He nodded and departed.
"I probably should."
The smell of something cooking came from downstairs.
"So your ruler is the devil?"
His hand came up to rest on her cheek instinctively as she kissed him. "I don't know how it happened," he mused thoughtfully. "I never... I...
He looked somber, glancing over his shoulder. "Ms. Price, uh... Mr. Pemberly requested to see you. He's in the hospital."
"I should stop talking, right?"
She stood up, going to get breakfast ready.
"I don't know. Explain, please."
"It's more than I deserve."
A guard stood in front of her, his brows furrowed. "Ms. Price?"
"I love you so much, Av."
