Love a friendly deck of cards. [She flashes her a grin, and theatrically cuts the deck, before pulling back to let the young woman predict her present and past and future.
The mark on her neck is quiet, no hum to it. A sign that Nick is far away - across moving water, incapable of coming to her rescue in the first place - and for the first time in years, she is on her own. Fucking. Bliss.]
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The mark on her neck is quiet, no hum to it. A sign that Nick is far away - across moving water, incapable of coming to her rescue in the first place - and for the first time in years, she is on her own. Fucking. Bliss.]