[ —but they do, she wants to say. They shouldn't, should they; they should be decent; they should exercise the gross amount of power they have with dignity and grace and not blood horror. They shouldn't but they do, and it takes a moment for Sedona to realize that's the stranger's point; that maybe he shouldn't either, but he will, and that makes her wonder if he's brave or good or just out of his fucking mind.
(You don't cross the Dukes. They're too powerful and too goddamn insane and maybe, just maybe, Red's got a shred of kindness in him, but it never made its way on to his children. They're terrible, the lot of them, except for Claret, the poor thing, and it doesn't matter who this guy is because if the Dukes find out that he shouldn't but does anyway, Sedona can't promise him help. No, she can't promise a single fucking thing.) ]
You're— you're crazy, [ she says in a way that sounds like no offense, and while her gaze skirts his shoulders and chin, her mouth twitches out of habit, like she wants to smile in a rueful way but she won't allow herself to. ]
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(You don't cross the Dukes. They're too powerful and too goddamn insane and maybe, just maybe, Red's got a shred of kindness in him, but it never made its way on to his children. They're terrible, the lot of them, except for Claret, the poor thing, and it doesn't matter who this guy is because if the Dukes find out that he shouldn't but does anyway, Sedona can't promise him help. No, she can't promise a single fucking thing.) ]
You're— you're crazy, [ she says in a way that sounds like no offense, and while her gaze skirts his shoulders and chin, her mouth twitches out of habit, like she wants to smile in a rueful way but she won't allow herself to. ]