"Must you?"

Face still buried nose to screen of the camera, Erik ensures the device is angled in such a way as to tuck aside his amused smile. No need to have Harrie riding his ass if he can avoid it.

"Grin and bear it, Snowdrop, you know why." Green eyes, in a face far paler than he'd first believed he'd ever be capable of living with, light up as her lips suppress a grin. Yeah, she might act otherwise but Harrie's on board with this undercover op thing.

"Still taking photos of your food?"

"Ain't no one payin' attention to a blogger; they get written off as a waste o' space making dough off a quick snap the regular Joe is sure he could do himself." Even the staff have started to turn their noses up at him. Which means they're not paying attention to the fact that Erik Is taking photographs of their very loud, very notorious customer who sits on the other side of the room.

"He's your ticket into the country then?" Harrie questions, flicking her gaze to the only white man to have ever stolen from Wakanda. Her bottom lip (still bruised from a previous engagement with his teeth) rolls back and forth against the upper one. Erik follows the motion a second or two longer than he should. She's gorgeous, this girl of his. The markings on his thigh, fate's shackles that weave them more intricately together everyday, burns with desire.

"Yeah, Snowdrop, that's our man."

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A little snippet of the first thing I ever wrote of this (though it no longer fits the storyline) and an announcement that I've just posted the first chapter of the sequel.

Much love,

Tsume

xxx