[There's nothing to really say to that. No snappy comeback, no cold, drawled statement that would land. Rosalind nods just once, an acknowledgement.
At least she doesn't have to think about it for long. Not half a minute later, there's an awful noise: a thump against the door that's loud enough to echo in her chest, and then it repeats once, twice, a horrible parody of a knock.
And a noise . . . like a coo, low and guttural, questioning as much as it is entreating.]
. . . five minutes. That's all we need. Five more minutes.
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At least she doesn't have to think about it for long. Not half a minute later, there's an awful noise: a thump against the door that's loud enough to echo in her chest, and then it repeats once, twice, a horrible parody of a knock.
And a noise . . . like a coo, low and guttural, questioning as much as it is entreating.]
. . . five minutes. That's all we need. Five more minutes.