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                    “ you’re kidding me. ”     eyes are narrowed in skepticism … maybe he’s just worried.  after all,  seven out of ten knuckles are split open and her eyes hold the chaos of a tornado inside her cold blue gaze.  she looks like she ate hell for breakfast and spat it back out — which wouldn’t be an understatement,  but it isn’t necessarily the best look,  and she’s got a reputation to uphold.  

——— or maybe he’s full of shit.  no one ever simply does a favor without a price to pay later down the line ;  she’s learned the hard way.  charlotte knows who her father is,  she knows she is the way she is because of him.  she isn’t distrusting,  just calculated,  and willing to beat an honest answer out of someone if needed,  but she isn’t in any shape for that.   (  plus,  she’d hate to hurt isaac’s pretty,  pretty face.  )   

“ i’m fine, ”   comes her husky voice.  she’s not,  but she decides she is for now,  because there’s no way in hell she’s accepting isaac l*ahey’s help.  a step is taken closer,  they’re nearly touching,  she looks up through lashes at him,  and in a low,  soft,  seductive voice ;    “ if you could,  kindly,  fuck off ? ”