"Nothin' like a good plundering party." Harley gets a happy look in her eyes. Like a shiny gleam of a child right before Christmas.
She keeps his hand in hers for a moment, tracing a finger over those callouses and scars. "I used to be at fault all the time. For bad things that happened."
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She keeps his hand in hers for a moment, tracing a finger over those callouses and scars. "I used to be at fault all the time. For bad things that happened."
"I know how that feels."