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Flora Wren 

Hailing from the ruins of Brindleton Bay, Flora is one of the last remaining members of a tribe that carries the dreamwalker gene. After her village is discovered and raided by vampires she escapes to Littlewater, a small town just outside of Millhaven. During her brief stay there she has a run-in with a shady group of men. It’s only then that the powers lurking within her are awakened. As the news of what happened at Littlewater travels across the land the more individuals there are that try to hunt her down–some seeking for her to join their cause and others to eliminate the threat they view her to be.

“Her knowledge of medicine and access to supplies are far superior to anything I could do myself,” he stated bluntly.

“What was she able to find out then?”

“She ran some kind of test to see if she had anything in her system. Whoever was chasing her, they gave her something. My best guess would be that it was meant to sedate her, but whatever it was, Gidget said it had hallucinogenic properties as well.”

“Still? It’s been three days already.” her voice rose a little with concern. She paused for a moment, thoughtful. “I’m guessing you don’t have any more details about exactly what happened to her. Or if my suspicions about she is are correct for that matter…”

“Not any more than what I was able to get from Gidget.”

“Winchester?” Virtue scrunched her nose at him. Having more people involved made her feel uneasy. The more involved, the more risk, and Gidget was hardly the most reliable person.

“How is she doing?” Virtue asked, keeping her voice low. She leaned forward on the table, the low light of the fireplace casting long over them. The silence in between her words was filled by the crackling of dry logs as the fire flicked and curled around the wood. 

“She’s still asleep,” Pantomime replied. 

“Thanks, but no thanks. I think I’ll manage on my own.” She yanked her arm away from his grasp, turning to walk away. As she did blackness washed over her vision. She staggered for a moment, her ears ringing, before collapsing against the ground with a soft thud.

“Oh, you have some nerve, mister,” she spat back at him.

“Pantomime,” he said, grasping her wrist and moving her finger away from his face. 

“Excuse me?” she arched a brow at him.

“That’s my name… I figure if you’re going to continue to yell at me, you should at least know my name.”

“Well, Pantomime, thank you for saving me,” she spoke through gritted teeth, “but I’ll be off now.”

“It’s not a good idea for you to go out on your own. You should let me take you somewhere.”

She stared him down in disbelief for a moment. “Why didn’t you say that first?” She yelled, pointing her finger right in his face.  

“You weren’t exactly coherent a few moments ago, were you?” he snapped back at her. 

“That doesn’t matter!” 

“Look, I get it. I should have stared with that. But you know? Would it kill you to say thank you? You’d be dead by now if I hadn’t stepped in.”

The way he spoke as if it was nothing was infuriating. She got on her feet, ignoring the way he legs screamed at her and her vision blurred, threating to go black. He reached out to help her, but she pushed his arms away.

“You took care of them?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”