*Henrietta*
Here we are.
Where exactly am I?
In my entire life, I have never felt quite so unsure of my place. If he were a mark, someone from whom I had been ordered to gather information, I would be striving to seduce him with kisses and promises for more intimate encounters, which I would never keep.
But we are willingly sharing our knowledge, uncovering much of it together, so seduction isn't necessary. And yet, I find myself wanting to seduce, to be seduced, to hold fast to those promises that would lead him into my bed. He certainly kissed me as though drawn to me, but he's been prudently keeping his distance ever since I left him in the ring.
I'm struck with the realization that even though Dimos has associated with the worst of what Blackrock city has to offer, he is a decent
