(Starling) âNever thought Iâd get clocked for it.â
[Prompt]
âI know, I know, I am so sorry,â Lydia insisted earnestly, digging in her pack for a clean rag to provide Starling for her now-bleeding nose. Lydiaâs face was flush with heat and by the time she had located a rag and had reached to press it to Starlingâs face, her own face was beet red.
âThis is not how I wanted to get your attention, believe me.â












