Ivy simply stared back at her, gaze narrowed and mentally shooting ( harmless ) daggers the other woman's way. After a moment, her posture caved and she sat back against the headboard. Eyebrows rose.
"What could you possibly want to be doing at four-thirty in the morning?"
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Date: 2008-07-03 04:05 am (UTC)"What could you possibly want to be doing at four-thirty in the morning?"