Cora was a confident, out going, funny, pretty Natural. She had joined the Naturals when she was fifteen. It was impossible to get anything from her about her old life. Briggs had found her on the streets of Seattle, her hair matted, blue eyes fille...
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I sat across from the therapist I had been seeing since I was fifteen. Briggs had been personally funding these useless emotional awakening sessions every week since I'd arrived. They consisted of a silent staring match between me and my therapist. I always won, I knew had to keep quiet with eye contact.
"So, Cora," she finally broke, moving to meaningless, idle chitchat like always. "I heard you've finally been permitted to active cases?"
I reached for the lipgloss in my purse while nodding, I knew somewhere in the back of my mind I did it whenever I gotuncomfortable. I liked it, it made me feel pretty, and reminded me of Lia.
"That's nice, anything you're particularly exited about?" Clair, going by her first name so she didn't seem like an authority figure, cool.
"Like types of cases?" I asked, raising a perfect blonde eyebrow, at least, perfect in my opinion. Don't look surprised, blondes are always vein. Clair nodded and I shrugged in response. I was ninety percent sure she was asking that to get any type of info out of me.
I smirked, seeing my opportunity. "Just really exited to look at dead bodies."
"Cora?" Briggs knocked on the door while Clair frowned.
"Yes, dearest guardian?" I replied, he opened the door and rolled his eyes. "Get your stuff, blondie, we've got a case." I smiled and grabbed my purse, heading out the door, but poking my head back in. "See you next week, Clair."
