![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aldersprigChapter 32: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Sunday, December 10, 2000
“I need to go to the library for a couple hours. I’ll be home by bedtime.” Cynara held up her bookbag by way of illustration. “Homework.”
“All right.” Dysmas had the lazy, sated look he had after he’d fed. “Be careful.”
“I always am.”
She slipped out the door before he could give her any more orders that pulled and tugged at her mind like imperfect stitches, leaving little rows of discomfort she’d re-position herself to avoid. She left before she had to look at Leo, or at Eriko, and remember to hide everything she was feeling.
read on...
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Sunday, December 10, 2000
“I need to go to the library for a couple hours. I’ll be home by bedtime.” Cynara held up her bookbag by way of illustration. “Homework.”
“All right.” Dysmas had the lazy, sated look he had after he’d fed. “Be careful.”
“I always am.”
She slipped out the door before he could give her any more orders that pulled and tugged at her mind like imperfect stitches, leaving little rows of discomfort she’d re-position herself to avoid. She left before she had to look at Leo, or at Eriko, and remember to hide everything she was feeling.
read on...
