"What doesn't make you want to stay?" Kai asked seemingly baffled, "I don't think I said anything to try and persuade you...Is it about the breakfast? Look, Mira, you may not be able to leave...You'll have pretty much anything you want..."<br/><br/>While Mira felt a small bit of relief from Kai's words, it was just that--a small bit. She zoned out in thought as he moved around the kitchen, sitting on a nearby stool as the fight left her. It was hardly morning and she already felt exhausted. She still could not grasp why she couldn't just be let go. She knew that they likely didn't trust her, but couldn't they see they had her terrified out of her wits? She would never risk her life by running her mouth. That just wasn't her.<br/><br/>The man pulled her attention back to him as he slid a plate across the counter towards her. She blinked as she realized the sausages were not maple. Kai confirmed this observation as he spoke, "Never could stand the little maple bullshits. Way too rich." For a moment Mira felt an overwhelming, ridiculous urge to sob over her breakfast about it. She managed to hold it together as she asked in a shuddering breath, "Anything I want, huh?" She paused to look up at him, her eyes shimmering in the light of unshed tears, "I want maple brown sausage from now on." Despite the shake to her voice, it was obvious that she did not intend to negotiate or beg. It was a demand--a demand that spoke in volumes of Mira's acceptance of her fate. The fight in her wasn't gone, simply redirected.<br/><br/>With that, she began to eat.<br/><br/>____<br/><br/>"Nah, werecats don't show up in mirrors," Thyme said with a grin, going back to his food quickly enough. For some reason that fact had startled Brie, but it did not show on her face. Instead she continued her meal as the music filtered through the room in gentle waves. She gave a sigh of contentment. This was where she belonged.<br/><br/>____<br/><br/>Plum inwardly smirked as she listened to the almost purr that spilled from Ghost. Sometimes Plum felt as if Ghost wanted to gobble her up and she relished in the idea of being able to have some semblance of control over him. There was a part of her that cared, but most of the time she liked to dangle in the danger that was Ghost. It was thrilling to know that she could be so close to such a terrible, vicious creature and always live to see another day without much worry.<br/><br/>It wasn't that she thought Ghost wouldn't kill her (she knew he very well could and would not hesitate if he ever felt it were necessary), but she knew that no one else was brave enough to approach Ghost to give him the attention he silently craved. She understood that feeling, knew it well. Any man she had ever respected enough to willingly pursue a relationship was too afraid of her, and all other relations she had were merely stages for her assassinations. It left her feeling terribly lonely and terribly numb.<br/><br/>Ghost, though, provided Plum a temporary relief from her loneliness. She wasn't sure that she loved him or that she ever could, but she had begun to view him in a more favorable light over time. He went from being her boss to being one of her closest...friends. Friendship had always been a strange concept to Plum, but she supposed this was what it was like--aside from the fucking, of course.<br/><br/>Plum's lips pulled away from Ghost's member as she sat up to face him. She stood swiftly, shedding her clothes and crawling onto the bed. She motioned for Ghost to remove the rest of his own clothes and he did so quietly. Once he was undressed, she crawled over to him, throwing a finely shaped leg around his hip to straddle him. His erection teasingly rested against her thigh and she reached down between them to align him with her slit. Slowly she slid down onto his girth, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction as she felt herself stretch around him.<br/><br/>Once he was fully embedded, she opened her eyes halfway to look down at him. "I think I like you beneath me," she stated huskily, a hint of a teasing lilt in her voice.