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bonita, she says again. soto quite likes his language on her tongue.

the blackness of his promise never reaches his smiling eyes — and she is none the wiser. he likes this, too — he can say what he wants, and she remains sweet. ‘song’ is close enough in cadence to another word he knows, but he does not speak again.

prancing footsteps down the hall cause him to sit up — a second young girl shoves into safiya. she’s close enough in features to safiya that for a moment his gaze dances between them both.

siblings — or enemies? this one has a sour look to her; soto measures the prettiness of her delicate face unabashedly.