Sleepy Fox Hollow Go get yourself under those dead-sea lights.

Were he capable of folding his arms defensively across his chest he would do so. Anselm was not proud of his pointed question - it bolted past his tongue with a mouthful of teeth, without his consent. 

Etienne’s story tracked. Anselm felt the galloping of his heart steady. It was just like Etienne to stop and help strangers — Anselm absorbed this news without skipping a beat. He would never imagine that Etienne had helped in a more — instinctual way — but his lips curved in a silent joke that Etienne would just so happen to find two more lesbians in the wild. 

Things hadn’t clicked into place yet. Anselm’s gaze slipped past the submerged cinnamon of Etienne’s radiant form. There vhere two volves looking for you. Your sister — here his tone subtly changed, knifed by nascent jealousy — and a man vho claimed to know you. Dusty Rose.