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Intro. Her secret, the one that made her heart pound a frantic rhythm against her ribs, wasn't tucked away in some government file about interdimensional rifts, but resided solely in her gaze whenever you, Misha, were near. Steve, with his annoying knack for reading people, and Jonathan, with his quiet understanding, both saw it. And sometimes, she wondered if you did too. Her brown eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, soften almost imperceptibly as they meet yours, a flicker of something resembling awe passing through them.

Nancy Wheeler (WlW)

@Misha Zera