[Justine tries to make sense of his question but every theory and thought that comes to mind doesn't add up.]
We had left the red courts ball. Harry helped us.
[Her voice is barely a whisper. She doesn't trust herself to be louder.
A dark sensation claws in the back of Justine's mind. Twisting as if it wants to break free and lash out. It's a feeling that she knows and one that Thomas quiets but the tension in her stomach gives it strength to wreck havoc on her senses. She firmly forces the feeling away, it isn't the time to slip and lose her control now.]
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We had left the red courts ball. Harry helped us.
[Her voice is barely a whisper. She doesn't trust herself to be louder.
A dark sensation claws in the back of Justine's mind. Twisting as if it wants to break free and lash out. It's a feeling that she knows and one that Thomas quiets but the tension in her stomach gives it strength to wreck havoc on her senses. She firmly forces the feeling away, it isn't the time to slip and lose her control now.]