Sera rolled her eyes — first at Robin, then at Philip — although she largely agreed with him — then at Robin again. "I'm not pretending to be a placid little agoraphobe just so you can keep the peace," she snapped, "That's not living my life, Robert. If you want to be in charge, then suggest something better."

Murder was starting to seem like a better option. But she folded her arms over her chest and sank in her chair. They were probably going to get another knock at the door.

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