Hanna stepped aside and motioned towards the dead vehicle on the shoulder of the road as he rapped on the hood, an unspoken invitation to see what he could do. She watched as he got down to it, now crossing her arms and thinking back to Pippa and her dress. The gala had been a whirlwind and she left that night with little to show for her adventure; a few more links of the Chain fell into place, nothing more. Though the gala itself allowed Hanna to slip her yoke for a night.
Harassment was an exaggeration of what happened, but she felt some humor to his choice of words and raised an indulgent smile. “Shame.” She mused, drawing an obvious sigh.
“And I haven’t decided yet.” She replied to his first question, watching him root about the engine. “Do you know what you’re doing under there?”
Harassment was an exaggeration of what happened, but she felt some humor to his choice of words and raised an indulgent smile. “Shame.” She mused, drawing an obvious sigh.
“And I haven’t decided yet.” She replied to his first question, watching him root about the engine. “Do you know what you’re doing under there?”