“Rai-ne,” she hears turning through the hallway, hunched like a stalking predator, because that’s what she feels like, even when she wants to run from this place, she still feels the need to fight.
That’s new.
Just as she turns, a flash of her eyes spooks her internally. She can feel the way her muscles tense and relax, realizing the color is her response to a soft lot space. It’s brief but unsettling as she’s not sure where the light has gone.
Now she wades in a dark space. Her eyes adjusting to her surroundings isn’t helping as much as she would have liked them to. She never could before so how could this be different?
The change she sees is slight, just enough to recognize a large dark figure across the room. Raine tells herself it isn’t a shadow, that there’s a perfectly good rea
