░░ ▀▀ ░░ Sentiment. What sentiment? Pulse racing…no, no, that’s telling. Remove both sources and all she has is speculation.
Sherlock slipped his hand from hers and stood, clasping both hands behind his back. “Yes, continue to feel for that racing pulse, Miss Adler. I can tell you’ve formed a strange ᴀғғɪɴɪᴛʏ for it.”
When he stood a wave of accomplishment washed over. Sherlock Holmes never back down from anything, but on the extremely rare occasion that he did, she took enormous pleasure from it. “it’s not that Mr Holmes, I just like proving you wrong.”
