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“You will suffer for the pain that you’ve caused us!” One last curse, and the line was dead. He- No! She! She dropped the phone, with a hand that was her own, a body under her control, with her mind and her will. The receiver fell, and shaking hands were stilled in the same warm, comfortable embrace that she’d been craving for a month. Clay. How could she have forgotten that this had all begun with Clay? “Desmynn…” she breathed her name. Her name. Two Ns. A stupid choice, but one that had made her laugh at the time. She was her own person, though she couldn’t trust her voice just yet. A few more shaking breaths, and she turned to press herself closer to Clay, the loss of his memories be damned. All she needed right now was a hug. To be held. Gold eyes came to focus, lost their hue to the soft hazels she’d been born with. “You remember the two Ns.” She smiled up at Clay when she finally had her voice back, complete control of herself. For the most part. “That’s good news. I have more, but-” she glanced around them, at the filthy alley and at the corner of her vision where she could see the edge of the high rise. “Let’s get out of here, first.” It didn’t take much more work than a high whistle - with a strange, bouncing echo through the New York night - to summon a car. Her father had been with them the entire time, after all. “What do you say to that pizza, Clay?”
With only slight hesitation did Clay wrap his arms around her. It would never stop being disorienting, for the world to feel foreign and familiar at the same time. But this, he could provide and he pulled her close to his chest. His fingers rubbing her back, hoping to ground her.
“I do.” Clay smiled and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Out of everything, I remember that. Sounds about right...” Even when he pulled away for them to move toward the car, he still stayed close. Still kept his hand in hers. Made sure he was close.
“Pizza. Sounds. Amazing. But maybe we can order to go?”










