Jaen eyed him from the devastation of threadbare sheets and shredded pillows with a mix of satisfaction and self-disgust. She plucked a feather from her spiky hair, then swung both legs off the lumpy mattress. An unselfconscious Amazon of slim muscle and scarred sun-touched skin, she stepped over the pile of their clothes and opened the fridge.

Stifling a moan, Callon rolled onto his stomach and listened to every joint in his body groan in protest. “That was unexpected,” he said.

“Full moon,” Jaen said. “Anchovy essence and oreos, but no coffee?” She looked even more regretful than before.

Previously… (1) Hunting in the Park, (2) Hounded, (3) Rotten Fruit, (4) Bait

(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: devastate, essence, joint)

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