WHO: Ceana & Bertie WHEN: Saturday WHERE: Subway, Times Square WHAT: Hubby plz come collect your seal-wife
Ceana wasn't really enjoying the tuna sandwich she'd been bought. It was better than the food they'd given her at the hospital, but it wasn't anything like the fish she'd fed on during the darkness. She'd felt like a seal again, tearing into the flesh and forgetting how weak her human teeth were.
She chewed slowly, watching the man who spoke to her. He'd let her use his phone and he'd bought her food. She knew his type. He thought she was delicate and ethereal. He wanted to take her away and look after her, wanted to lay his lips on her skin. She knew his type.