They made rules that night, in his kitchen, at one in the morning, both of them still faintly damp, on the back of an envelope, because they were lawyers and it was the only way either of them knew how to be frightened.
One. Nothing at the office. Not a look, not a hand, not a lift. He said he could manage that. She said he absolutely could not and he was to assume at all times that Priya Raval could read minds.
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