Page 73 of Deja Who
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Her eyes widened.
Oh, shit! She heard me say the words!
If they got much wider, if any more color fell out of her face, she’d do a face-plant on the sidewalk.
Ohshitohshitohshit.
He braced himself to catch her but wasn’t sure he could move fast enough—
“I don’t love you and what’s more, I never could. I tolerated you because, much like a Vulcan, every now and then I need tomate. You’re not worth the time nor the trouble. Get out of my life. The next time I see you, I’ll call the police.AfterI plant a balisong in your voice box.”
—and it was just as well he couldn’t have gotten there in time, because he might have let her smack into the sidewalk, purely for spite.
She turned and walked away.
He let her.
