Oh yes, Kairi could still read my mind, couldn't she?
The thought, fleeting yet insistent, flickered through my consciousness like a distant warning light.
What, I wondered, would her reaction be when she finally heard all of this? Would she simply burst into her characteristic peals of laughter, that high, unrestrained sound that always seemed to bubble up from nowhere? Or would she—as was equally likely—launch into a rambling, incoherent commentary, a rapid-fire torrent of observations that made little sense to anyone but her?
The answer, I knew with an almost sickening certainty, was both.
Kairi would do both.
With an effortless grace that often bordered on maddening.
Far too easily, in fact.
As soon as the last fold of my undergarment settled into place, I took a deliberate step, moving to where Azalea stood frozen. "Azalea. You can turn around now, if you wish."
