Shadows of Desperation
"Move!" Her scream sliced through the tension, more defined this time, edged with the desperation of one who was walking the edge of fear and rage. She pushed on, muscles tense and desperate, each step a fight against the unseen barrier he had created. "Let me see her!"
It was not difficult to identify her. The angles of her face, angular and sharp, were familiar in a way that scraped at Leon's chest. The way she moved, the way she slightly cocked her head echoed through him as a defiance he had encountered before. The fire that had characterized Natasha remained alive in her sister, wild and free, and it struck him like a blow he was not ready for. Memories flooded unbidden, naked and unrelenting, skirting the fringes of his control.
