Cicils waited for the slave to arrive. She was quite worried, Heather had ordered him. Sitting in the livingroom she watched for the black van. A sigh escaped her light pink lips. She looked outside, it was morning, what if it came at night? A light growl formed in her throat.
Heather was wondering how long it would take. Stretching, she cuddled into a ball on the recliner. Her brown hair covering her face, partially. The wings on her back became still as they flattened on her back.
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