Status Updates From Reap & Sow

“When I want to be quiet, I can be quiet for a very long time. And when I put my mouth to good use, I'm not the one who starts babbling-"
Eda bit her lip so she didn't say something silly to him like Do your horns get in the way? and now she was thinking about horns and how they would, technically, make a rather convenient place to hold on to.
Kit stared as though he meant to swallow her whole.

“No demonic nonsense. I heard you, hag."
“That includes running underneath women's skirts as a mouse."
"Not sure I can promise anything."
"So you are a lecher," Eda accused.
"A jest, darling. Where I come from, a male risks his head being swiftly removed from his shoulders for such disrespect. I'm not crawling under anyone's skirts.” He glanced at her from beneath his lashes.
"Unless invited, of course."

ARE YOU ASKING NICELY DARLING?

A man tried to elbow Eda out of his way. Kit turned with a snarl and tore the offender off her so violently she heard a crack.
WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE MAN

"Perhaps you are more muse than poet."
"A muse?"
"One who inspires the words."
Eda chuckled. "That doesn't sound like me."
"Yes,” he said at once, "it does.”

"I could show you far more than this," he whispered in her ear. "There are grander playhouses than the Maiden's Lyre. Productions a hundred times more extravagant. Comedies, romances, adventures, tragedies—“
"No tragedies."
“No tragedies,” he corrected.
SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEE

"I hope they get to be together,” Eda whispered. "I hate sad endings.”
Kit said nothing. The silence stretched on long enough that she tore her eyes away from the stage, only to swallow.
He was not watching the actors. He was watching her. She had an odd feeling that he'd been looking for some time.
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

The crowd tittered. Eda barked a laugh herself, surprised. She covered her mouth and glanced sideways. Kit's eyes slid away from her. His throat might have bobbed-but it was hard to tell in the dark.

HES TAKING HER TO SEE A PLAY OMG

A hand snatched hers without warning. Eda jerked.
Kit glared down at her. "Never,” he snapped, "compare yourself to him. You're worth a thousand of that arsehole."
Long fingers curled over hers. His thumb moved against her palm, discovering the creases there.
Kit's gaze dipped to her mouth. It was shocking somehow. Heat pooled low in her belly.

Kit trailed a nail along the desk, scraping. "Your children, however…”
Wolfram put down his glass. "Do not play with me, Kit'rath.”
"Who's playing?l
"I have known you some twenty years. Little we've conversed in that time, but you are no stranger to me. You know my children's names. Knew them in the cradle. How dare you—“
"And I can know them in the grave, if I decide to put them there."
HOTTTT SORRY

KIT LOOKING AT HER AWESTRUCK IN HER NEW PRETTY CLOTHES AWWWWW

“Something low-cut and outrageously lacking in substance?”
“I’d wear it well regardless."
Her confidence was entirely contrived. She wasn't sure Kit knew that, for his pupils bloomed large at once. “No argument there, darling.”
The rumble in his voice sent her heart stuttering. "Keep your perversions to yourself."
"If you keep bossing me around, that shall become impossible.”