The weather had turned milder. Gauzy curtains billowed into the room on a breeze and were sucked back against the screens a minute later on the whim of the currents. The scent of lilac wafted in, riding on a tide of warm air.
“Ahhh,” Vee sighed, leaning back in her chair. “This morning when I went out to feed, I grabbed my jacket but was happy to discover I didn’t need it.”
Cory knew what she meant. Sitting in a beam of sunlight, her blood felt like something golden and thick, like caramel, oozing through her body slowly, bringing a sleepy haze to her movements.
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