Harrison's research sparks flew with as bad an attitude as his own spat and crackled.

He paced back and forth. Couldn't sit still.

There was too much flame licking under his skin. Too much agitation behind his eyes.

Nathaniel pushed into the room uninvited.

That was not unusual.

Tonight, however, his quiet had not been unintentional.

It had been calculated.

By intention.

As though he was preparing himself for something that neither of them could afford to overlook.

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