Resonance. It has terrible timing. And yet it is wonderful. I gaze down at Li-lah’s dirty, pale face down in the metlak cave. My breast is humming a loud, possessive song at the sight of her. My knowing is vibrating all through my body. This is what has nagged at me for endless days. This is why I feel so possessive of Li-lah. This is why the thought of Hassen touching her enrages me. This is why she did not resonate to him. She is mine. Mine.
