Nadia lay awake, staring at the ceiling, as she had been for the last few hours. At least she'd gotten some sleep, even if it had been filled with images of things Sloane might do that might have been and might not have been prophetic ( Read more... )

Nadia didn't open her eyes for a while after she woke up, instead choosing to just lie there and feel Walter breath. She started mentally tallying contact points; his arm over her hip, how their knees lined up, his hair tickling the back of her neck when he exhaled ( Read more... )

There's another card:

O

You're very fast, but
Not fast enough to catch me.
Maybe I'll aim low. . . .

And a trinket:


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