Stress walked into the base with Mumbo, who sat her down in the medbay and told her to rest up and tend to her bloodied face.
As she was washing away the smeared blood on her face, she though of False. Poor False. She wasn't in her right mind, Stress knew that. She had never seen False look so evil before, and that was saying something.
Her mind went back to the kiss. Stress knew False meant it. She'd seen the way she looked at her. As ferocious she may be, False was terrible at hiding her feelings.
Confusing thoughts drifted through her mind, and an emotion that she hadn't felt before engulfed her heart.
Longing, then regret.
She was scared and angry to admit it, but although the Dark Man had possessed the blonde warrior, she wished she had taken her hand.
Stress couldn't help but hunger for False's lips again. She remembered it perfectly, that touch. A tiny bit rough and calloused. Stress felt a little door open at that. How passionate that kiss was.
She absentmindedly thought about what False's lips would taste like. Sugar? Blood? Celery? She didn't know. But she wanted.
Oh, she yearned for False.
That thought made her feel sick. She was possessed by an evil man!
Still, what if she had taken her hand
A knock at the doorway announced Mumbo had come back to check on her.
"Hey, Stress. Are you doing okay?"
Stress nodded, and she saw a smile under the Redstoner's mustache.
"Would you like to go see False?"
Stress's breath hitched, but she swallowed and nodded again.
Mumble stood in front of her. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
Stress cleared her throat. "I know, Mumbo."
Mumbo led Stress down a hallway.