Bitter opened her mouth to object again, but before she could say anything, Vengeance had poured itself through her window in a long spill, leaving the glass undisturbed. It swirled briefly, then soared off into the sky. Bitter stood by the window, her hands trembling as she watched. She could feel something stretched between them, a connection that ached as it vanished from sight. She sat heavily on her bed, her heart thudding, her arm perfect.
