" i hope you don't mind my lounging here . i must say , you hoard . " she had positioned herself on a loveseat , arms sprawled over the backrest , and one knee over the other .
elektra haunched upon the ledge of a brownstone as taciturn and calcified as a gargoyle perched on a cathedral . cyan gaze lingered on a young man .
" my , aren't you a long way from home . "