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Willa MacKenzie Thompson ♘ Professor J. Moriarty (crimelord) wrote in thereincarnates,

Nothing registered in Willa's features at the cleverly veiled mention of Sebastian Moran, nothing to give away one of her best kept secrets. Of course she had assumed Jonas would come to this conclusion eventually, he wasn't a fool. But that didn't mean she was going to give up their dear Moran so freely, and not without a fight. Like Jonas, she didn't care to appear to have any tender spots either, but if she did, she saved them all for Christian. ... What actually passed for tender where they were concerned anyway. What seemed tender to them probably didn't pass for anything less than brutal to anyone else.

She sniffed delicately, eying Jonas closely where he stood back by the cell wall, her eyes never leaving his either. Every word, every look was a challenge between the two of them. Would one of them ever break? Time would only tell.

"I have many a man under my employment, Mr. Aldred, and most of them marksmen in some form or another," Willa replied in a bored voice, silently hoping that her marksman was making good use of his time without her. She knew he'd do her proud, just like he always did. And usually that thought was enough to content her for awhile, but now she was only itching to be out of this damn cell and witnessing the fruits of his labor for herself. He always did such fine work for her, her Christian. "I'm afraid you'll have to be a bit more specific."