Spicy Hot
And I come with them, silently, standing against the wall, hands clenched on my robe, teeth sunk into my lip.
After, when the new recruit is untied, when she is wrapped in a cape, when she is taken to her cell, Adrien looks at me. Through the crowd, through the masks, our eyes meet.
He knows.
He knows what I felt, what I lived watching. He knows I am ready. Truly ready.
ADRIEN
The ceremony is over. The new recruit sleeps, in her cell, exhausted, marked, fulfilled. The members have left, returning to their ordinary lives until next time.