“She came to me. As my eyes rove over her form tucked against my chest, my nerves bristle, uncertain what to do now that she is here. Despite the walls around us, danger is everywhere, and I question my ability to keep her now that I have her. One zap from Ursula’s device and she could be taken away. She came to me… What I expected after she had been alone with me long enough, I did not know. I only knew I needed her to come to me. Yet when she remained beyond my reach longer than the others, her strength visibly waning, my paranoia grew. Pressing her form closer to me, I gently run my hand over her hair. It is as soft as it appears, and her wayward curls catch my fingers, curling around them. Wanting more, I search for her hair tie and slowly tug it out.”
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Naomi Lucas,
Cottonmouth