[ Her hand disappears in his. She purses her lips at him, wondering how to express the myriad frustrations that simmer beneath her skin: I am not delicate; do not seek to protect me; I only wish for you to come if your desire is to sate a thirst for knowledge. She'd asked him at the castle to trust her, and surely that had paid off. None of their number was injured.
But she can't blame Hellboy. He's right to expect a trap. ]
And if I told you not to come? [ Her brow cocks, archly. They both know she can't issue that kind of order. ] Would you?
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But she can't blame Hellboy. He's right to expect a trap. ]
And if I told you not to come? [ Her brow cocks, archly. They both know she can't issue that kind of order. ] Would you?