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She was so used to him being a backdrop to her surroundings, she didn’t realize he was close enough for conversation until Fera moved from her post to stand in his path.
Sweat pooled off her nose. It dripped from its tip, while deep breaths allowed her to hold her position through the ache in her muscles. Fera’s movement distracted her, and she looked between her legs as she flowed into down-dog.
Dee couldn’t see him through her Shadow’s aggressive stance, but if his energy in her head hadn’t given him away, his ripped jeans would have.
She didn’t react to the Soldier’s presence. His outburst at their meeting two nights ago was buried with other non-matters. She trusted he wouldn’t do anything harmful, and had yet to initiate a conversation, so she ignored him. His constant proximi
