Scent of Danger
In a flash, the symbiont on her right wrist crossed the gap.
Matilda screeched and jumped back, batting at the writhing symbiont. Undeterred, it twined around her body, wriggled under her clothes. Curious, the Haunt stared. All the while she danced around, screaming at the top of her lungs. “Help! Get it off me!”
Alarmed, Andrea took a step back, as much to distance her from the crime as to avoid the flailing limbs.
As abruptly as she’d started, Matilda jerked to a halt. Bent over, she clutched her knees and panted, her deep, rich red hair hanging down and obscuring her face.
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