Feast While You Can

by Mikaella Clements

After a moment she felt Jagvi’s hand on the back of her neck, fingers pushing through her hair to press against the top of Angelina’s spine. All of Angelina’s breath came out of her in a rush.

It Doesn’t Have To Be This Bad, it told her. Remember That Next Time, Okay? I Don’t Need To Hurt You. Now Where Was I. Oh Yes, The Kittens Fishing. They Also Have A Picnic Basket. It’s Soooo Cute.

It liked these moments where Angelina’s humiliation met her desire; it liked to laugh at how many years Angelina had spent on guard for Jagvi to shoot through town again, a disastrous comet that spun everything off its axis.