Zelda hated being so unsure of herself. Ever time there was a noise she jumped, even when in the back of her mind she knew it was just the house settling. She hadn't been mistreated, she hadn't been hurt at all, but it had still rattled her. She liked to think of herself as strong and untouchable and she'd been plucked from the street so easily. It made her feel insecure and angry and all she'd thought about when she was in the little room waiting for something, anything to happen was how she wanted to see Duncan again.
Not a single thought had turned to James when she'd been alone, but they'd often turned to Duncan. How good he smelled when she was tickling him, how patient he was with her bullshit, how much she just wanted him to hold her. Zelda didn't think anything would come of it - he was probably hung up on Hope, who was the pretty, funny one of his group. This fear didn't stop her from running downstairs and unlocking the door when he said he was behind it. She was in her pajamas and her hair was messy, but she threw her arms around him and closed her eyes, feeling safe for the first time in a long while.