
Suspicion scoured her. There was some pleasure there, of course, but it had its edges -- and going by her posture, she was feeling them. "How long have you been playing your harp?" Her voice was overbright.
She turned them down another street, started up a ramp that would take them to the upper decks.
She turned them down another street, started up a ramp that would take them to the upper decks.