'11, 12, 13, 14 — Preet, Celia, Nara, Gia.'
The island four. Preet stood with her arms pressed back and her jaw set, Iron Flesh dormant but detectable, the raw physical potential of her coiled under skin that looked unremarkable and was not.
Celia — the one whose virginity he'd destroyed to last on the island, just hours ago — stood with the eclipse shadow flickering at the edge of her, unawakened still, sealed, the power banked like coals waiting for air.
Her legs were slightly unsteady. She was not going to mention this.
Nara, Beast-Touched, incomplete mutation giving her a quality of attention that was slightly more animal than human — her head tilted by a fraction at sounds the others didn't catch, her nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly.
Gia, smallest of the four, the Velvet Chain bloodline's emotional resonance seed making her feel everything in the room at slightly amplified volume, her face cycling through expressions that weren't all hers.
'[ ENSLAVED x4 ]'
