Wild and Wicked Things

by Francesca May

This felt like my last chance to change my path; I needed to grasp it with both hands, pull the opportunity up at the roots, and carry it with me, ready to plant, or else the life back home was all that waited for me.

She moved cautiously, with a measured kind of grace, like a cat weighing her surroundings.

Annie is soft ball of anxiety. But gracious and catlike on the outside? Interesting.