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[Diva was bored again. Not because she lacked things to do, but rather because Conrad was a touch to obedient. Just because she had told him to wait, didn't mean he was supposed to. Not after he had fed and left her wanting, waiting, starving.
It had been too long since she had fed.
So she sat on top of the tower, listening, tracking his heart through the dome as he roved. Would he notice her up there? Would he hear her singing softly?
Every beat that he made her wait, Diva held it against him.