his tall, lithe body ensconced in darkness feeling familiar. “Where did you get the samples you had taped in your research?” A little moth took flight in her abdomen, an aftershock of a migraine sprouting in her skull. “A friend gave them to me.” Sonder chuckled. Low. Deep. Velvety. Atta froze. Oh fuck. She knew with absolute certainty where she’d heard that toe-curling laugh before.
