Last night, we’d watched a movie and she’d forgotten the serpents hiding under her glamour for a moment and rested her head on my shoulder. The slithering bodies against my neck had been startling, but I refused to move until after the movie. They’d tickled but calmed their movements after Ari had started stroking Emilia’s arm. She’d been embarrassed afterward, but I’d assured her that it wasn’t a problem. Because it’s not. I enjoyed her proximity too much to mind the snakes.
