RONAN

I went to Maxine's room early the next morning, just as she was coming out of the shower. I watched Maxine as she sat on the chair, her back to me. Her dark hair was cascading down her back like silk.

She was. Running a comb through her hair. Just that simple gesture. There was something about her that drew me in. It was something I still couldn't quite place. She was different from the others. More dangerous somehow and more intoxicating.

For a moment, I wondered what was running ...