Go
deep throat
a cactus
It may not be her first rodeo, but it is the Outlander’s first LongNight. All of them. Except her.
“That door has a panel operated only by a heartbeat and it was barricaded shut. What the fuck do you think an overturned table is going to do?” Wessex asks, nay, demands of them. Do they think? Do they ever think? Wessex picks up the nails from the ground, one by one - straight as they were the couple of hours or so when Loren put them in. “How were these taken out? They have powers that won’t be stopped by a table.”
Why was that so difficult to understand?
Maybe she should let them all die. Maybe she should stand back, slip out into the night, board herself up in the Ascended safe house, and wait it all out. If they’re so smart, they can save themselves.
“That door has a panel operated only by a heartbeat and it was barricaded shut. What the fuck do you think an overturned table is going to do?” Wessex asks, nay, demands of them. Do they think? Do they ever think? Wessex picks up the nails from the ground, one by one - straight as they were the couple of hours or so when Loren put them in. “How were these taken out? They have powers that won’t be stopped by a table.”
Why was that so difficult to understand?
Maybe she should let them all die. Maybe she should stand back, slip out into the night, board herself up in the Ascended safe house, and wait it all out. If they’re so smart, they can save themselves.
