Well, she knew the fox – Tchai, apparently – so that was something. One less mystery to muster an explanation for. Her fox wasn’t that talented, she seemed to think, though it seemed a smart enough creature: all of a sudden, Tchai lurched for her skirts. Endymion had noticed this, and had been watching it happen, ready to help... only he hadn’t been expecting the woman to walk into him.
So all he could do, as they both tumbled to the ground, was let himself (intentionally or inadvertently, what did it matter) cushion her fall. She was – very much on top of him now. And that had been the fox’s fault.
So all he could do, as they both tumbled to the ground, was let himself (intentionally or inadvertently, what did it matter) cushion her fall. She was – very much on top of him now. And that had been the fox’s fault.
