"Not control," Nicolette corrected. "Care. You know what happens when you water two plants with the same can but one needs less? The one that needs less drowns quietly."
Mara said, unexpectedly, "No, it's all right." nicolette shea dont bring your sister exclusive
Nicolette considered Dylan the way a captain considers a storm at sea: interesting, possibly useful, to be observed from a distance. She let him think he’d been clever. When Dylan said he would bring Mara, Nicolette felt the small prickle of an old rule kick against her skin and she smiled politely. "Bring anyone you like," she said. It was not a refusal. It was like leaving an umbrella on a chair—an option, not a command. "Not control," Nicolette corrected
Mara answered for herself, quietly: "You mean now?" The one that needs less drowns quietly
Mara said, suddenly, "You should open up to someone. Let them be part of this."
