Alana buries her face in his chest, drawing a deep breath through her nose. Her shoulders tremble for a moment, and then she raises herself up on her elbows to look him in the eye. Her gaze is filled with steel.
"Back home, Hannibal Lecter has me pinned in his office, lying in wait to kill me. I've been avoiding going home to face him for a year and a half, waiting on someone who has promised to return with me. I'm bored out of my skull."
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"Back home, Hannibal Lecter has me pinned in his office, lying in wait to kill me. I've been avoiding going home to face him for a year and a half, waiting on someone who has promised to return with me. I'm bored out of my skull."