pray for the wicked

Safrin

Were it anyone else Safrin would have wrapped herself around Finn by now, her fingers easing away the tension in his muscles. But for the Spyglass she remains where she is, a picture of The Madonna-like beauty. Maternal, gorgeous, safe.

At least for now.

"I could ask you for something if that would make you feel more comfortable? Make it seem less of a gift and more of a trade?"

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