Carmen's fingers trembled slightly as she walked through the stone corridors toward Nero's room.
Her shoulder-length auburn hair was neatly brushed for once, and she'd actually bothered with makeup this morning, though she'd never admit why.
The former college psychology student turned reluctant mind controller had spent the last hour psyching herself up for this simple task.
Just knock on the door.
Wake him up.
Say the others are waiting.
Easy, right?
"..."
Her face burned hotter with each step as memories from last night invaded her thoughts uninvited.
Those sounds.
Those incredibly detailed, crystal-clear, absolutely impossible-to-ignore sounds that had echoed through the entire settlement for hours.
*Thump! Thump! Thump!*
The rhythmic impacts against what was presumably a bed frame.
The breathless moans that started soft and grew progressively louder.
