I stuck around after the stage had been cleared to talk with news casters, benefactors, and VIP guests who had attended. I pet her head as she took a shuddering breath. My head made entrance and her body shook with the exertion of it. “An eight then.”
“Bold of you to assume that the rest of the judges will be so soft on such, ‘raw’ talent as you say. Her wrists bound together above her head tried to cling to the sheets but could not find purchase as I pulled her to me. I lifted her off of me and sat her on her knees at my feet. “Devaroh? “Open.”
Her lips parted and a little pink tongue barely stuck out. I, Ash Darkwood was a judge for the regionals and had stopped in to see some of the performers practice before hand. A small drip fell down her face and I brushed it back into her mouth with my thumb.
