“Hey, Fane!” Shelly barely knocked on the door before opening it with a crash. Fane flinched at the woman’s blunt intrusion during his meditation time. “Good evening to you too, Shelly.” She flounced onto his rug, her lavender skirts ballooning out on the antique red Persian. Bright eyes stared at him intently, keeping Fane from … Continue reading Subject 15: Ch 24