First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Mélanie held her breath as the woman tried to slow down the horses. Did she need another Working? Did she need a weapon? The last time she’d tried defending herself properly – well, that had ended up with her in this situation, if she was looking at the big picture.
“Damnit…” The smaller woman muttered. “I left something back in town, I’m sure of it.”
“What?” The bigger woman asked through a yawn. Yawning was good. Yawning meant that the nothing to worry about, just rest part of Mélanie’s Working was getting through to at least one of them. “What made you think about that now? We’ve been on the road for an hour, haven’t we?”
“I don’t know. I just – you know, sometimes I get this sense?”
“Your spider sense. I remember. You’re not a spider though. At all. You’re sort of…”
Mélanie mouthed a curse. Of course the awful woman with have some sort of magic power against being tampered with. It couldn’t just go smoothly, could it? Continue reading