“Assume what you will, Hyperion. ” A small shrug of the
shoulders, Sherlock peered upward. Truly, it had been
a slip—too many wires crossing in that fun little brain
of his. Of course, she didn’t need to know that. “It’s a
more interesting story than what you’ve picked out,
at least.”

“Nope. Still don’t wanna hear it.” Peri said as
she shook her head and sat down across from
Sherlock. She placed her elbows on the table,
propping her chin up in her hands. “And I don’t
recall asking for your opinion on my choice of
reading material, Father.” She poked her tongue
out at him with a smirk.
( hyperion. ): True. She and his brother had become rather involved in his life. He shuddered to think about what would...