Chapter 22.

You want to let me in on it? Kit said, sitting at the work table, swinging her feet.

The crime lab was not the most diverting place in the world when one was sitting quietly,

which she never really enjoyed the best of times.

Hmm, he said, peering through the microscope.

You never teach me the science stuff, she said, under her breath. What? he said, peering through the microscope. You never teach me the science stuff, she said, under her breath.

What? he said, surprised.

Well, she felt childish for having brought it up.

You taught me half a dozen martial arts.

You gave me static shoes and gliding membranes.

Because I thought you liked flying and hitting things, he said.

What's that supposed to mean?' she howled in protest.

"'Are you telling me you don't like?

"'Of course I like flying and hitting things.' "'She was genuinely cross now.

"'Who wouldn't?

"'But—'

"'His brow was furrowed in confusion.

"'She sighed.

"'You don't think I can do it,' she said, as though admitting something she was ashamed of.

She looked at her shoes, as if she hadn't actually said anything revealing, but had noticed something very interesting on the side of her foot for the first time.

She almost never displayed any sort of vulnerability.

She might do it more often if she ever realized he found

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