Days had passed since the encounter. Alexa stared darkly at Damien when she saw her kicking a poor little spider with eight eyes. It flew away with its butterfly wings.

“Why are you hurting that innocent insect? It didn’t do anything to you,” she said to Damien.

Damien raised her soft eyebrow, as if challenging her.

Alexa had been noticing that Damien was easily irritated. Her forehead would almost knot, the tattoos near her eyebrows creasing, giving her a sharper ...