Marine and Emma Spar!

[Weonna]

The grip only cinched tighter as Alanna struggled, Veronika keeping her firmly trapped against her while a satisfied grin spread across her face.

“Shhh… nyugodj meg, drágám,”

she whispered, her Hungarian accent thick beside Alanna’s ear.

"You have fought enough.”

She held firm through every desperate attempt to escape, recognizing all those familiar movements.

“Go to sleep, Alanna…”

she murmured.

“Just like old times.”