At any other time, Vernique would spot the signs of what she was feeling and ache for her. But right now, all she could see was being blown off -- their son being blown off -- because Svalin couldn't trust anyone else with the deskwork.
"...'kay," she says hoarsely. "I won't waste time discussing. Norns for-freaking-fend I disrupt The Choreography. Just give us some groundpounders and we'll be on our way."
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