Call It Trust

Mary folded her arms. "And what if I'd rather stay in London?" she asked.

"If Holmes thinks you'd be better to..."

"If Mr. Sherlock Holmes thinks that I can't mind myself..." Our words collided, and thankfully, she gave way first.

I reached for her. "Holmes does think you can mind yourself. He wouldn't suggest that we part, otherwise. But he won't come to me if you're here. He won't bring the lightnings down on your head."

"Just yours." She tucked herself against my shoulder, and sighed. "And you want that, don't you? You want to share the danger with him."

Call It Trust

Mary folded her arms. "And what if I'd rather stay in London?" she asked.

"If Holmes thinks you'd be better to..."

"If Mr. Sherlock Holmes thinks that I can't mind myself..." Our words collided, and thankfully, she gave way first.

I reached for her. "Holmes does think you can mind yourself. He wouldn't suggest that we part, otherwise. But he won't come to me if you're here. He won't bring the lightnings down on your head."

"Just yours." She tucked herself against my shoulder, and sighed. "And you want that, don't you? You want to share the danger with him."