Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

"lion's den?" heda echoed, her curiosity truly sharpened. the way that bartholomew bestowed his silent approval of her quick self-edit pleased her, somewhere inside; the fact that his face was affected by what she said was curious. it added a certain delicacy to their rapport.
"i think it's a cool name. but i've never seen a lion. i guess — do you want anyone coming down here?" he'd said visit. not stay. heda briefly wondered if he was including jasmine in that number, as one of theirs or a guest.