forehead and neck seemed to be working. She stirred and her long eyelashes fluttered.
When she eased the lids of her eyes open, her nose scrunched up. “What happened?”
Those eyes, green mixed with white until they looked almost fake. “You fainted.”
“I’m sorry. Mitis, I—” She tried to sit up, but winced.
I stopped her. “No. Not right now. Let’s just get you feeling better before you try that.”
She sighed and laid her head back down on the pillow, taking the cloth from me and draping it over her forehead. Seven stared at the swirling patterns on the ceiling.
There was a light tapping at the door just before it swung open. Sonnet was there, dressed in simple cotton pants and a matching pink tank top. She’d rolled the top of the pants down to reveal her toned, tan stomach and the tank top dipped low across her chest. She was carrying a tray with two covered dishes on it and two glasses of water. The water had cubes of ice floating across the top of the surface, tinkling against the glass.
“Thought you might be hungry, Seven. You haven’t eaten all day.”
Seven removed the cloth from her face and sat up, smiling slightly. “Thanks.”
Sonnet smiled at me slyly and sat the tray on a nearby desktop before leaving the room. I went over to the tray and uncovered the food. It smelled amazing.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, peering over at Seven. She was pale—much paler than she usually was.
“Unfortunately yes, but I’m going to change first if that’s okay.”
It was. I moved toward the tray of food. I could smell the steak even though the plate was covered. “I’ll set up a place for us to eat.”
“Mitis?” She gulped. “Could you untie the strings? I can loosen them, but they are knotted to keep them in place.” Seven motioned to the small of her back, where the purple strings were, indeed, knotted.
I cleared my throat. “Sure.” Those strings were going to be the death of me for more reasons than my being all thumbs. When they finally gave way, I breathed. When she stepped into the bathroom, I raked my hands through my hair and over my face, groaning quietly before shaking myself out of it. I couldn’t care less about Sonnet’s flesh, but seeing Seven’s did something to me—something I didn’t even want to think about.
All of Seven’s furniture was made of wood, painted white. There was a tall chest of drawers, a dresser with an attached mirror. The glass wasn’t tarnished; the image wasn’t distorted at all. A small table with two matching chairs were positioned beneath her window across the room. I moved one plate and glass there at a time and waited for her to come out of the bathroom.
The walls of her bedroom were a light gray color. Her bedclothes matched her pale green eyes. I imagined her lying in them, dark hair splayed over the silky pillow cover, nothing else on but a smile…
The bathroom door opened revealing Seven. I looked at her for a moment, before glancing away. She wore long, dark gray pants and matching fuzzy socks. Her shirt was a pale yellow and dipped in a v at her neck. She’d taken her fancy hair down and pulled it up in a simple, messy knot on top of her head.
I preferred this version of her.
It was real.
She approached the table and wrinkled her nose. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t eat meat. It makes everything worse.” She switched our plates before sitting across from me. Made what worse?
“I’d assumed that pets got no meat. Sorry.” The biting words flew out of my mouth before I even thought about them.
Seven shrunk in her seat, poking her fork at the colorful scoops of perfectly portioned food. “I’m sorry you’re in this position.”
“You shouldn’t be. You helped me, Seven. When no one else in this entire city would, you helped. Then you chose me as your companion. I’m glad it was you, for what it was worth.” Firstly, she had helped me and secondly, she gave me the opportunity to kill her
When she eased the lids of her eyes open, her nose scrunched up. “What happened?”
Those eyes, green mixed with white until they looked almost fake. “You fainted.”
“I’m sorry. Mitis, I—” She tried to sit up, but winced.
I stopped her. “No. Not right now. Let’s just get you feeling better before you try that.”
She sighed and laid her head back down on the pillow, taking the cloth from me and draping it over her forehead. Seven stared at the swirling patterns on the ceiling.
There was a light tapping at the door just before it swung open. Sonnet was there, dressed in simple cotton pants and a matching pink tank top. She’d rolled the top of the pants down to reveal her toned, tan stomach and the tank top dipped low across her chest. She was carrying a tray with two covered dishes on it and two glasses of water. The water had cubes of ice floating across the top of the surface, tinkling against the glass.
“Thought you might be hungry, Seven. You haven’t eaten all day.”
Seven removed the cloth from her face and sat up, smiling slightly. “Thanks.”
Sonnet smiled at me slyly and sat the tray on a nearby desktop before leaving the room. I went over to the tray and uncovered the food. It smelled amazing.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, peering over at Seven. She was pale—much paler than she usually was.
“Unfortunately yes, but I’m going to change first if that’s okay.”
It was. I moved toward the tray of food. I could smell the steak even though the plate was covered. “I’ll set up a place for us to eat.”
“Mitis?” She gulped. “Could you untie the strings? I can loosen them, but they are knotted to keep them in place.” Seven motioned to the small of her back, where the purple strings were, indeed, knotted.
I cleared my throat. “Sure.” Those strings were going to be the death of me for more reasons than my being all thumbs. When they finally gave way, I breathed. When she stepped into the bathroom, I raked my hands through my hair and over my face, groaning quietly before shaking myself out of it. I couldn’t care less about Sonnet’s flesh, but seeing Seven’s did something to me—something I didn’t even want to think about.
All of Seven’s furniture was made of wood, painted white. There was a tall chest of drawers, a dresser with an attached mirror. The glass wasn’t tarnished; the image wasn’t distorted at all. A small table with two matching chairs were positioned beneath her window across the room. I moved one plate and glass there at a time and waited for her to come out of the bathroom.
The walls of her bedroom were a light gray color. Her bedclothes matched her pale green eyes. I imagined her lying in them, dark hair splayed over the silky pillow cover, nothing else on but a smile…
The bathroom door opened revealing Seven. I looked at her for a moment, before glancing away. She wore long, dark gray pants and matching fuzzy socks. Her shirt was a pale yellow and dipped in a v at her neck. She’d taken her fancy hair down and pulled it up in a simple, messy knot on top of her head.
I preferred this version of her.
It was real.
She approached the table and wrinkled her nose. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t eat meat. It makes everything worse.” She switched our plates before sitting across from me. Made what worse?
“I’d assumed that pets got no meat. Sorry.” The biting words flew out of my mouth before I even thought about them.
Seven shrunk in her seat, poking her fork at the colorful scoops of perfectly portioned food. “I’m sorry you’re in this position.”
“You shouldn’t be. You helped me, Seven. When no one else in this entire city would, you helped. Then you chose me as your companion. I’m glad it was you, for what it was worth.” Firstly, she had helped me and secondly, she gave me the opportunity to kill her
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