Sleepy Fox Hollow mental cabaret

Stigmata, she repeated, trying to remember the meaning of the word. She confused it with "stigma" and assumed he had pissed somebody off at some point. If that was the case, he and Cyclone were two peas in a pod. She let her own fictional story of him build from there, and in her head he had been born a bastard and had a rough go it from his very first day on earth. Poor, poor Stigmata.

He went around sniffing at her, and Cyclone didn't make a move to get away. She had no reason to. Flirting with anybody who paid her any attention was kind of her thing, so she let him do as he wished.