Rachel liked the smell of a wood fire, yet, she felt a bit more uncomfortable when that smell—and the fire—were indoors. She blinked her eyes rapidly, taking in the scent of things, then, when they were good and proper open, she scrambled onto her backside and slid into the corner.

Music in Tincture, Chapter Sixteen:

Ilyas Ahmed – Moon Falling Trans Atlantic Rage / Balogh – Somewhere Leading To Nowhere Origamibiro – Flicker Dexter Britain – Seeing The Future Trans Atlantic Rage / Balogh – Soul Search Jahzzar – Jardins du Luxembourg