When it Rains:

Marie startled and jumped when they swung the door to her cell open. She was so distracted that she completely forgot her plan to sneak the keys from the guard and wait until he was gone to run away. She glowered at the heap of man they’d tossed onto her floor before they pulled the door closed again. His clothes were nice, and his hair was pretty. But it was his fault she hadn’t been able to execute her escape plan. Stupid man. She eyes the leather outfit the man wore. The yellow lines running along the seams were pretty. She wanted one. It was the least he could do for spoiling her escape plans.

Carefully she inched closer. Closer. Closer. Her fingers touched the yellow line and he jerked unexpectedly under her touch. She scrambled back across the room, cowering between the end of the cot and the wall, staring at him. She healed him! She healed him? Surely that wasn’t what had happened. It never worked that way before. She reached up to make sure that she was still wearing the collar. She was. She looked, and he was too.

He groaned ad pushed himself up onto his hands and knees before rolling over to sit up and survey the room. He was nice to look at. His eyes were a pretty hazel.

“What a shithole.” His mouth needed some washing out. She wasn’t sure how to talk to him. It had been so long, she tried or form coherent natural speech, instead of the erratic rapid speech she was accustomed to in her own brain.

“Who are you?” She asked. When he turned those hazel eyes to meet hers, she knew that she was getting way more than she needed.
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