They even had a dishwasher. So much of the hive was the same, the wraith mostly looked the same, and yet there were those little changes that kept striking her.

She gave Todd a grateful smile and let him take her things. It really was best not to force herself; making herself sick wouldn't do any good for anyone. She watched him move about the kitchen, remembering all those days they'd worked together in the space, longing to have that again... And then there was a hint of something. A possibility. A chance.

Taking a deep, shaking breath, she opened her mouth to say something but stopped. Instead, she lifted her right hand and held it out to him, skin bared and deadly. But if he trusted her enough to touch her, nothing would happen. There would be no pull of energy between them.