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“It's a new direction for you, though, isn't it? Menacing waterfowl?"
"I think I prefer the kittens," Harry said. He'd been silent until then.
"You dislike moody animals, even if they're beautiful, Harry?" Genevieve teased.
"I dislike believing things are one way when they're really another way entirely."
And if that wasn't an innuendo, Genevieve didn't know what one was.
She just didn't know if he was referring to his own heart, or to 'her', in general.
But that could very well be her conscience interpreting it.
She sighed. She felt a certain kinship with that swan. Everyone thought Genevieve Eversea was serenity and purity itself. When she really was capable of... alarmingly original behavior.”