All’s Fair by K McLain

“Please stop fidgeting, Henry.” Helena poked at the teabag in her mug.  She leaned over like one of those insatiable bird toys, dipped her nose into the steamy miasma hanging over the cup and inhaled. She purred and side-eyed a glance.  Henry sat on edge, eyes stark as gunshot, perched on one elbow, shoulders cocked...