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So – it’s done. Chapter Nine of To the Upper Air is finished, and I have it on good authority that it does not need to be edited, tweaked, poked, or otherwise changed. I complain a lot, but I had fun writing it, so here it is! I’m putting most of it under a cut because it ran quite absurdly long.

Disclaimer: No Mirandas were harmed in the making of this chapter. You lot know me enough by now to know that I love the character too much to seriously mess with her too much.

As always, here is the fic on Ao3. I’ll be updating there shortly. Previous parts of this can be found on Tumblr here:

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Chapter Nine: Adjustment and Ambush

He was being watched.

James became conscious of it halfway through breakfast – the brown eyes that were following his every movement, watching as he flicked between one page and the next, assessing, planning –

He lowered the book in his hands, shooting Miranda a quizzical expression from across the table.

“Did you need something?” he asked, and Miranda’s mouth quirked upward, her hand playing with the corner of her napkin, her eyes glittering with mirth.

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