Myka, for her part, has apparently decided to go with “as straightforward as possible” for her attitude. “Okay,” she says as she’s walking into the conference room, as if they had somehow been interrupted in mid-conversation at some earlier point, “I’m sure gaslighting me this morning was fun, but if you could just tell me what you want—” “What I want?” Helena asks. “What makes you think I want anything?” She pulls her hand through her hair, very deliberately, then shakes her head so that the glossy waves fall back into place. Because while Myka did not like Helena’s fingers in her hair, she had seemed extremely pleased to weave her own fingers into Helena’s.
>>> Travel, Chapter 16, by @apparitionism










