Shadows of the Lost
NCFINNYXbetrayed, then claimed by fate
“I-I n-n-notice you s-staring with—with S-Sloane—”
Raising one of her brows, Z looked over her shoulder. She clenched her fists when Anastasia stopped mumbling. There’s no need for her to act like that. She’s never weak. In fact, she’s got potential, but if she kept doing such an irksome thing, she’d die even before unraveling her true capabilities.
Unlike Sloane, Anastasia fashioned herself with a plain tee, yoga pants, and running shoes. It’s so like her. Somehow, Z's insecurities ebbed away. Why should she worry herself with such a trivial thing when the world literally depended on her hands?
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