An  eyebrow  raised  at  his  words,  a  thoughtful  glance  sent  in  his  direction  before  she  gave  a  soft  sigh.    No,  perhaps  she  didn’t  want  to  know  the  answer,  but  that  didn’t  mean  she  didn’t  need  to  know  it  nevertheless.    ❝  It  might  be,  but  I’m  not  going  to  stop  looking.  ❞

      as much as he wanted to stop her from looking; to stop her from digging into everything. it was bound to come out eventually. a reason to why he wasn’t going to prevent her (too much), but he wasn’t going to help either. not when he could do more by issuing  ominous warnings. “you sure ‘bout that? might not like what you find.”