Whispers

 
 

First Light

Kitty curled up into a little ball. St. John wrapped one arm around her shoulders. It wasn't crude or sexual in any way, just the comfort of another person's warmth.

"Your parents split?" she asked, amazed at herself for even daring.

"Long time ago, Kitten." His breath was warm on her cheek.

She leaned her head against his shoulder. She shivered. She had never liked the dark, and it was cold outside. "Could you make the light again?" she asked softly.

She wondered if he'd heard her, but then he held out his palm and the world lit in flames.
 


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