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coming here, nerea clearly didn't pack enough clothes—she's been standing in front of the mirror in her dorm room for an hour, mix and matching every outfit she brought with her and nothing really stuck but this simple black and white dress. on top of that, she's late—she's

knows that abigail won't ever want to take anything experimental, won't let herself be captured and observed like the beasts she caught. all it takes is trust and a little love, nerea knows, to have just about anything eating out of the palm of her hand. loyalty is lethal.

underneath it. a lifetime's worth of stories. "nothing," nerea laughs, "it was nothing. you look a little flushed—and feel very warm. here." she offers abigail her drink, pressing the rim of the glass right against her lips. "drink. maybe it'll help you cool down,

sour, terrible rejection that came after. the moonlight is just as bright as that day, making the black in their outfits turn slightly into navy from its cold light. nerea guides abigail to sit, smiling gently all the while. "feels nice to be out," fabric rustles as she sits

want to shout. "i meant it in a way that you look too good to be flesh and bone. if you're not speaking or holding onto me right now, i wouldn't believe that you're real, miss abby." then she straightens up, grabs a refreshing drink with lemons and something pink in it. she