O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive~ Walter Scott
Sterling
“Araneae," I called repeatedly as the elevator doors closed, and her limp body collapsed against mine. My voice rose with each floor we descended until her head rolled back, and panic flooded my bloodstream. This was more than a reaction to what she'd just heard. “Araneae, you're all right," I reassured, uncertain if she could hear me.
Was she?
What the f**k happened?
She had to be. That was what I'd told her...you're safe.
Her feet slid on the shiny floor of the elevator as her body dangled in my grasp. Placing two fingers on her neck, I prayed to God, one I'd long ago stopped believing in, asking him, her, or it, for a miracle that I sure as hell didn't deserve.
I didn't.
Araneae did.
I pr
