Sherlock stilled for a moment and took in her manicured nails again. “You’re a member of the aristocracy, aren’t you? Titled. No wonder Mycroft married you.”
At this she openly laughed, changing her whole face from simply pretty to radiant. “I imagine it’s one of the reasons, yes. I have no delusions about the man I married.” This was once again admitted casually, but there was some other—deeper—emotion beneath it.
ExcentrykeMuse, “ManEater,” Chapter Three
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