#Labrador collage

[atlaculture]

Just a collage of some distinctive hairstyles I’ve seen in photographs of Circumpolar women. Sources:

Top Left: Portrait of two Labrador Inuit women

Top Middle: Photograph of a Yupik woman named Wegaruk

Top Right: Illustration of a Greenlander woman from Angmagssalik

Bottom Left: Photograph of three Inupiat girls

Bottom Middle: Photograph of Alaskan woman

Bottom Right:  Photograph of Eva Akpalialuk in Pangnirting, Canada

[lightdragon789]

Other inserts backstory/facts Pt 4

Harper Weston

Okay yes, I know there’s only one episode of helping your Werewolf friend and who knows if it will get a part two. But I like making ocs and I loved the story. Plus Konrad is best boy and you can’t convince me otherwise!

So here we go with Harper!

Backstory:

Starting with Harper’s parents. She never knew her mother but it was due to her grandparents and their classist views on her father. He worked as an at home-mechanic while her mom was going to inherit her family’s business. They did love each other a lot but when he got her pregnant, they knew it would make her parents upset. They were saying that she either give the baby up for adoption or for Harper’s father to take her and go no contact.

Which she chose the latter, as she was young and needed to stay in her family’s business. Harper’s father gladly took Harper and raised her as best he could. He had to homeschool as he searched for another job to take on. As he didn’t have enough money to properly send her to school. But he taught her well and taught her somethings about being a mechanic and once she grew older. Taught her how to assemble her own bike. As he states it helps build character. Harper was happy to do so as she looked up to her father and wanted to be a mechanic like him.

They lived in the country side and one day while working on her bike, a neighbor’s Labrador attacked Harper. Her father managed to grab it and knock it away but Harper’s cheek was bleeding badly. He took her to the hospital but the wound left a bad scar on her face, which made her very fearful of big dogs. After this, her father started working harder in order for them to move elsewhere. He even got a license to get a gun in case another animal came to attack her. Harper managed to finish her bike (indoors) and she was very proud of her hard work and so was her dad.

They soon moved to a town, Harper went to middle and high school and worked hard just like her dad. Once she was old enough, she helped her dad in a mechanic store he worked in. She still went to collage to get a degree even if her dad said he would vouch to get her a job. Harper wanted to prove her hard work and still have a degree.

She graduated and started working at her dad’s shop and got another job as she wanted to save up to get her own home. Also, to pay her dad’s retirement as he did a lot for her.

Harper was on her bike, to go home and she noticed a man struggling with his bike. When she went over and asked if he needed help. He was a bit shy in stating his bike chain broke and he needed to get home quickly. Harper offered to help fix it at her dad’s shop. Which after a back and forth, he agreed and the two walked with their bikes. She learned his name is Konrad and he lived in the area but was a bit new to it. Once at the shop, she helped to fix the chain as well as oil the breaks. The two talking and sharing a laugh while she was fixing it.

Once asked what the price is, Harper half-jokingly said, being her friend cause she enjoyed his company. The two exchanged numbers and Konrad rode off and so did Harper. The two mostly stayed in contact on phone as Harper was busy with work. But he would visit her shop sometimes to chat, which she enjoyed and her dad liked Konrad too.

It wasn’t until one night, the two were hanging out and Harper had noticed a pattern with him. That being he’d always bike towards the forest and not towards the town on the nights of the first quarter moon. Which always confused her, so she decided to follow him to see what he was doing. This turned out going a bit wrong as Konrad shifted into his werewolf form, which made Harper scared. But her presence was noticed by Konrad and he was nervous that Harper would hate him.

But Harper took a moment to calm down before calling out Konrad’s name and once it was shown he was in control. She got closer and Konrad apologizes a lot if he scared her but was confused why she was here. To which she explained his odd pattern on this moon phase and now she knows why and apologizes for following him. The two talk more in a cave as Konrad feared hunters might be nearby. They accept each other’s apologies and Harper explains she was mostly scared cause of her fear of dogs, explaining her scar.

Konrad explained he’d never hurt her or anyone, stating he was happy Harper was giving him a chance. He then goes onto explain his side, why he left his pack, knowing his father and brother see him as the weakling of the pack and how it’s getting harder to hide from hunters. Harper flinches at times when Konrad growls but she brushes it off. She does say his secret is safe with her and that if he needed any help with the hunters she wouldn’t mind helping him. Which he looked grateful for and promises to keep her safe for the night.

After a few months, Harper bought her dream house and moved out of her dad’s place. He was very proud of her and reminded her to take breaks as he can see how tired she looked from working so much. Harper brushes it off, saying working hard got her to her goal and now she can work on her next phase. She was tired though after unpacking and giving her new address to Konrad and other friends. A few days later was the night of the first quarter and as Harper was getting ready for bed. Her phone blows up with calls from Konrad.

Looks like sleep would have to wait…

Facts.

Harper is 23 years old, 5’2, and is Unlabed, heteromantic and Gender-fluid. (Goes mostly with she/her tho)

Harper is okay with small dogs but not the best with medium/large dogs.

She hopes that maybe being around Konrad (mostly when he shifts) can help her overcome her fears.

She’s very much a workaholic, as she views hard work is the only way to lead a successful life.

Harper despite being short, always acts tough. As she tried to prevent Klay was wandering her home for Konrad.

She accepts Konrad as a werewolf due to being very open minded thanks to her father and giving people chances to explain themselves.

She tried to get Klay to leave as she thought he was a hunter at first but after seeing him sniff the air to find Konrad she knew he was his brother.

She hopes to one day have a pet parrot.

That’s all I have on Harper, this was a lot to write for a character with one video to work with. But I hope you guys like her!

Next time, I’ll do Louie!

[fghniki]

Tell me more about Kristina? Perhaps?? 👉👈 I'd love to hear what her story's about!!

Oh hohohohohohohohohohoohohohohohooh

A-hem. Okay so I'm still working on the Thing she's from so I wanna keep this vague but also I have a demon on my shoulder that is forcing me to infodump. What a torturous existence..........

Kristina is a 14-year-old girl living in Bulgaria. Both of her parents work at a local prestigious English-speaking college (her mother at administrative position and her father as a professor), and she has a younger brother who is very normal about Star Wars (he is not) and a Brown Labrador Retriever called Mars.

She's smart and kind. She likes to read books and go out with her friends from school. She doesn't have any specific plans for the future, but maybe doing Physics like her dad would be cool. She sometimes thinks that all the connections and relationships she has can crumble any moment and that she has to work more and be better otherwise everyone will leave her and she will die alone. She doesn't let this get to her, though... until she does.

Grisha (the curly-haired kid) is her best friend, partner in crime, silly little rabbit ("Does she call you that?" "...no."), etc. Vasilena is their "colleague" and friend on a job that she can never tell anyone about, which is going into an alternate dimension and do magic and fight monsters. The three of them are the main characters of the story.

I'm very normal about them. Look at how normal I am about them.

Image description: A 9x9 collage of a teenage girl with russet brown skin, brown eyes and dark hair tied into two loose braids drawn by different artists. End of image description.

(Images from first and last column were taken from my Toyhouse collection :3)

[etsycollagemaster]

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Dori Patrick (@patrickdori ) feels very fortunate to live a creative life in Cedar Rapids, Iowa where she resides with her husband and rescue Labrador. She owned a storefront for 12 years in downtown Marion, Iowa called The Dreaming Bear. It was a make and take art studio space where she hosted creative workshops and parties, as well as community outreach projects with such organizations as The Arc of East Central Iowa and Foundation 2, with youth in crisis. She eventually closed the door on those special memories to venture out on her own artistic journey. She is a full time mixed media artist who works in acrylic, graphite, pastel and collage. Her studio space is now at home, where she enjoys the freedom to explore many ideas and hang out with the dogs. Dori employs unique mark making techniques, sometimes reaching for unusual tools. She works on a variety of surfaces including canvas, wood, and fabric. Coming from a long line of women who are makers, you might say it’s in her blood. She loves to incorporate messages of encouragement in her pieces, sometimes obvious, sometimes not. And sometimes snarky, with a touch of humor! With a passion for color and texture, her work is often described as exuberant, childlike and joyful. But those who look a little deeper will see an intuitive, unguarded approach, along with a desire to put some good back into this broken world. See more at: www.doripatrick.com https://instagr.am/p/CvQLTJnuQUU/

[disparate-gallery]

« de l'ignorantsia » Exposition de Bonzi Wells (LPM) www.lpm-art.com Vernissage le vendredi 26 mai à 18H Exposition du vendredi 26 mai au 22 juin Discussion le samedi 27 mai

À la librairie Disparate 99 rue de Bègles - 33800 BORDEAUX Ouvert du mercredi au samedi de 15H à 19H _ À propos de l’exposition :

Bonzi Wells est l’un des multiples noms d’emprunt réunis au sein de LPM, un projet polymorphe dédié aux expérimentations graphiques et musicales. « de l'ignorantsia » présente une série de travaux visuels réalisés lors de résidences informelles au Myanmar et aux Açores, en pleine crise sanitaire, puis en itinérance aux quatre coins de la France.

Parfois naïf et bancal, parfois tranchant et méticuleux, le travail de Wells innerve nos cartographies mentales de nouveaux îlots de possibles. Ses explorations plastiques, réalisées en techniques mixtes, cherchent à stimuler notre habileté à briser les chaînes d’un conditionnement politique intrusif et aliénant.

���𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙪𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙢𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚, 𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙’𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖̀ 𝙡𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚́ 𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙚𝙪𝙭 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙤-𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙚́𝙥𝙤𝙦𝙪𝙚.

Des collages de papiers découpés constituent le cœur de l’exposition. S’y croisent et parfois s’entrechoquent les banalités aveuglantes de nos vies, le bourgeonnement créatif de l’enfance, des propositions farfelues d’alternatives sociétales, l’ivresse vivifiante de l’humour et une propension maladive à célébrer l’insignifiance dans la joie. Ce  terrain de jeu utopiste nous invite à laisser éclater nos colères, nos fantasmes et nos bulles de folie au visage d’un système réactionnaire et absurde.

Une suite de photographies couleur, qu’on pourrait hâtivement considérer comme abstraites, documente l’érosion et la décrépitude de bâtiments. Elle questionne la prétention de l’être humain à vouloir évoluer dans un monde séparé du vivant et notre aveuglement face la destruction massive de nos habitats et de notre environnement.

Une dernière série de pièces, réalisées grâce à un scanner et une imprimante standards, semble interroger la fuite en avant des politiques technocratiques imposées jusqu’à l’indigestion. Ces propositions graphiques critiquent surtout l’affaissement intellectuel de l’artiste et pointent ses contradictions. Les dispositifs artistiques mis en œuvre pour développer sa pensée écologiste et décroissante ont en effet un bilan environnemental peu vertueux. _ À propos de la discussion :

𝙇𝙞𝙗𝙚́𝙧𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚́𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙡’𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙡’𝙚́𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚.

Soucieux de se reconnecter au noyau social, Bonzi Wells, avec le soutien de la librairie Disparate, vous invite le samedi 27 mai à venir discuter d’une question absente du débat public comme des combats militants : l’alcool contribue-t-il à l’asservissement de la population ? Buveur·euses et non buveur·euses, venez partager vos expériences et débattre autour de ce sujet épineux et clivant ! _ Bonzi Wells remercie chaleureusement la librairie Disparate et particulièrement Stéphane Rouet, mais aussi Élizabeth Saint-Jalmes, Étienne Allaix, Marlou, Mr Labrador, Ben Sanair, Thomas Pigache, Élodie Bourgneuf et Louise Fournier, Atelier McClane, Delphine Bézier, Blenno und die Wurstbrücke, Grégory Le Lay.

[vettel-stan]

Andrew spiderman was the cutest really 🥺 the scene where Gwen dies still makes my heart cry 😿 I love Tom’s spiderman too, he just gives cute teen vibes 🫶🏻

Uhh and how do you make stars?? Like with paper and glitters? Or you do different and more aesthetic stuff?? Do you like decoupage?? Or are you more a collage girl? I’m not good at either of these lol, i just think I don’t have much patience for it. You know those aesthetic journal books you see everywhere (like on tiktok)?? They’re so beautiful to watch but I would never do anything like that lol.. i also don’t have much imagination 🙈 this is why I always prefer watching videos of it instead of making them

I have a dog too!! His name is Noah and is a labrador 🥹 he’s my baby boy too, they’re so intelligent. What’s your dog’s name??

- your secret santa 🎅🏻

Hi secret Santa, I make the stars with paper but I want to upgrade it and try another materials but who knows, I don’t have the time

And I agree with you I prefer watching videos lol, that’s why TikTok could be so entertaining, people doing the stuff I would like to do and I usually just save the videos but never try them, sometimes I just try de food stuff

Awwws Noah it’s such a cute name, my dog it’s a ladrador too! His name it’s bear, lol

Hope your having a good one!

[streetviewings]

NL-310 near Traytown, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada

48°39'06"N 53°56'12"W

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Nintendogs

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“Augmentation System” _ 26.08.2022 _ SK

https://issuu.com/otegroupmuseum/docs/issuu-body

https://www.avialogs.com/aircraft-b/boeing/item/113623-ch-113-labrador-helicopter-airframe-training-manual

[pattatie]

Labrador "Nino" by Jolanda Donné Diese Collage entstand mit der Software von "Photo Impact" https://flic.kr/p/qUM7nu

[aristotles-denial]

[ID: all three images are collages of Water Tribe characters and indigenous North American people. the first image contains three pictures of Katara, along with five photos of indigenous girls. two are black-and-white photos of Nancy Columbia Eneutseak, an eleven year old Labrador Inuk; two are colored photos of Mika Whiskeyjack, a 16 year old Plains Cree girl; and the final one is a black-and-white photo of Odile Panimira Uqajuitu, an Inuk in her late teens.

the second image contains six pictures of Sokka from ATLA, along with six other photos of indigenous boys and young men. two are black-and-white photos of two young unidentified Inuit men. the other four are colored photos: two are of Samuel Marty, a 17 year old Plains Cree and Nakota Stoney boy; one is of Forrest Goodluck, a young man of Hidatsa, Mandan, Navajo, and Tsimshian ancestry; the final one is of Ipellie Ootoova, an Inuk man.

the final image contains two pictures of Yue from ATLA and five photos of indigenous girls and young women. two are black-and-white photos of two unidentified women from Alaska. the other three are colored photos: one is of Dayle Cole, a thirteen year old girl of Gwich’in descent; one is of Amber Midthumber, a young woman of Hunkpapa Lakota, Hudeshabina Nakoda, Sissiton Dakota, and Chinese heritage; and the final one is of Eva Akpalialuk, an Inuk girl. end ID]

Not sure what to call this…Face Inspirations, I guess? Just some collages I made of Inuit/Alaska Native/First Nation/Native American people that remind me of Water Tribe characters. Think of it as reference pictures for any realistic fanart you may want to do.

[wellsbones]

@Regrann from @dr.temperance.bones - #Emily #DavidBorianez #David #DrBrennan#AgentBooth #bonesforeverinmyheart #collag #follower #temperancebrennan #tempe#Bones #love #booth #seeleybooth #Bones #medic #labrador #new #very #press - #regrann (at Belo Horizonte, Brazil)

[eggbagelz]

My art teacher opens my art journal expecting fancy pretty collages and instead comes face to face with bulging eyeball doug the labrador in space

[ohtobeaspettyasleah]

what’s going on Lorelei?? She has to tell to Gray what’s happening, right? 🤔

Huge trigger warnings: everything to deal with abusive relationships, physical violence.

Lisa Dolan had always tried to teach her three children to help those who needed help. “People who need your help will always appear when they need you the most, in turn— they show up exactly when you need them.” Grayson could remember his mum saying one morning when he didn’t want to help his friend Tom pump up his new bike tires.

Grayson watched as Lorelei held her handbag in her lap. Keeping her oxygen tank upright the way it was supposed to be. His head hurt. Who was this girl, better question? Who was this girl and what happened to her.

Grayson watched as Lorelei held her handbag in her lap. Keeping her oxygen tank upright the way it was supposed to be. His head hurt. Who was this girl, better question? Who was this girl and what happened to her.

“You can uh, park in the parking garage.” Lorelei sighed as Grayson slowly to a stop. “Codes 33399” Grayson smirked. Of course it was.

“You sure?”

“You sure you’re not gonna fire me?” Lorelei asked as she turned to Grayson, he’d told her he’d get her home safe. Grayson felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility, considering it was technically something he said that sent Lorelei spiralling.

“Depends, do I have a reason to?” One hand on the wheel, Grayson parked his Porsche. “Needing help doesn’t technically full under reasons for instant dismissal—“

“How about false pretences—“

“Lor—“

“Look, you don’t know me from a bar of soap okay. I messed up, I knew it was wrong and I went along with it anyway and now, now I don’t know what to do.” Lorelei sighed as she undid her seatbelt. It wasn’t a sad sigh for Grayson’s sympathy— moreso a frustrated sigh. “I just—Yiu should call Adele.”

“Hang on, wa-wait a second alright just chill.” Grayson unclipped his seatbelt before jumping up out of his seat to follow Lorelei towards the elevator. Grabbing her bag for her without hesitation. Still heavy as fuck. “You can’t not tell me what’s going on Lor— I’m confused here. Just, just uh tell me what’s going on and we’ll go from there.” Lorelei looked at Grayson as the doors opened, she stepped inside and tilted her head with a soft smile to say come on then. Like a brown eyed Labrador— Grayson followed. Standing next to Lori and the elevator rose.

“You really wanna know what’s going on?”

“You don’t get to know my bank account details without at least having a little transparency Lore.”

“You call me Lor Why?” Grayson felt the word vomit rising in his throat. He held it back, not wanting to make the slightly awkward slightly bizarre situation he found himself in worse.

“I’ll call your Lorelei, or Lori, if you want me to.”

“I like Lor—nobody’s ever called me Lor.” Butterflies flew in Grayson’s stomach, the same ones he thought had turned grey and cold. Covered in dust bunnies from their dormant state. They flew, colourful and bright as he smiled. Nodding back a grin. “Your like Gray?”

“I’ve been called much worse, believe me—“

“You don’t seem like the type that could be much worse.”

“Well, it’s a two way street Lorelei like you said, you don’t know me from a bar of soap.” Grayson listened when Lorelei spoke. Something she wasn’t used to— she barely listened to herself.

“When did I say that?”

“In the car.” The elevator dinged. Lorelei let Grayson lead her out. Still holding her bag. “Which ones yours?” Referring to the doors that all looked the same in the cream coloured hallway.

“333, 33 level three.” Lori stoped as she pulled out her keys. Grayson felt like he was choking. There’s too many signs he thought.

Lorelei’s apartment was clean, sure it was lived in but it was clean in it’s natural state. A few dishes in the sink, half melted candles on the mantelpiece, some Chinese takeaway containers on the dinning table Grayson could only assume was either a later dinner or early breakfast. He looked around, a picture of Lorelei and Adele catching his eye. The seemingly haunting picture of two girls, one of which he thought he knew, one he didn’t know at all—smiling at him next to a card. The get well soon on the front didn’t match the vibe of the two girls who embraced each other so lovingly.

“You want a cup of tea? I have black or herbal.” Lorelei asked as she boiled herself some water. Not looking at Grayson when she asked. He looked giant in her home. Intimidating.

“Uh black with like half a sugar is fine, you and Adele look really happy here.”

“Don’t—“

“Lor—“

“She put me in to this you know, and this isn’t like me at all! To just throw someone under the bus but it’s true. She forced me out here and set me up in this job so I would bail and run back to the shit I know.” Grayson listened which had Lorelei panicking. “Say something Grayson.”

“Tell me what’s going on, for real, everything. A friend of Adele’s she cares about this much is a friend of mine.” He sat at her kitchen bench. Hunched slightly and waiting for his tea to flavour. Dumping the tea bag in and out of the mug of sugar spiked water. Lorelei did the same.

“Three months ago I had open heart surgery.” Lorelei sighed as she leaned against the counter. Arms crossed softly over her chest. Hiding scares she was ashamed off. “Not because of some underlying heart condition or some unforeseen tragic health issue—my uh, fiancé, well— ex fiancé now.” Lori sipped her tea, she could feel it all the way down my throat. “You want the full story right?”

“Lay it out for me.” Grayson didn’t mean for it to sound like he was pleading with him to come clean. He just wanted answers so he wasn’t so confused.

“I had this bike, loved it—Jacob, he was, well is, bandedos, brothers in arms so to speak.” Grayson looked even more confused. Lori giggled to herself. Sweet boy. “He’s in this gang so to speak, a bunch of thugs who ride bikes and deal crack.”

“Oh—right.” Grayson felt like a child.

“He’s also Adele’s step brother.” Grayson’s eyes bugged wide. “Three months ago he ran me off the road after a fight we had, I called it quits, he didn’t like it, said if He couldn’t have me no one could and came after me.”

“Shit Lori I—“ Grayson was speechless.

“I remember being trapped, that it was hot, only after I woke up in the hospital like three weeks later was u told that my bike had pinned me down and caught on fire. Got some pretty messed scares in my legs. Shorts? We don’t know her.” Grayson didn’t means to laugh at Lorelei’s high spirit and humour why telling such a heartaching stroy. “Anyway, he wasn’t done, Jacob has always had an authority problem. If he wanted me dead it was gonna be from his hands not a burning bike, so what does he do?” Lori paused for another sip. “I was a Jane doe in the system for six weeks, that’s how badly he beat me. My lungs just stop working sometimes? Doctors said It’s like they deflate for too long, especially when I get panicked. Hence the on call oxygen you saw.”

“Adele took two weeks off to see family in Sam Francisco—“

“Her bedside manor could use a little improvement.”

“Lorelei this is super intense. I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Adele mentioned she knew these guys who were just total lights in anyone’s life. That if I moved to L.A, got away from Jacob, got away from it all, she’d set me up. Safe. I’d be safe for once in my life since freshman year of high school.”

“Adele didn’t go to collage did she?” Grayson asked as Lorelei’s shook her head.

“She’s back in San Fran, should be back this week sometime. She want me gone as soon as possible so she’s uh— tying up loose ends for me, I skipped out on my job and my rent and a few other things so she’s just— being a good friend.” It was the tears that got Grayson the most. The small ones. Lorelei held them back.

“There’s a lot more, but uh—in summary, I’m pretty fucked. Adele thought you and Ethan would be good for me, like you were for her, I’m sorry to just unload all this on you.”

“Don’t be, I wanna help.”

“Grayson—“

“You’re not fired either, but we can’t tell Ethan. Not yet anyway.” Lorelei felt ashamed, but greatful. “He’ll flip.”

“Understandable, I’m kinda confused why you aren’t like, storming out in undeniable anger from being lied to.”

“You needed a support system, Adele knew that, I trust her judgment and—“ Grayson paused as he stood, waking around to close the gap that had been driving him crazy. Lorelei’s eyes followed Grayson. Darting from his lips to his eyes. “I trust you.”

“Not so sure you should.”

“Give me a reason not to?”

“I could be lying about this entire thing.” Lorelei whispered. It echoed it Grayson’s ears. Sent him into a frenzy. He could see the scare sticking out of her shirt— diagonal leading down her chest. He knew.

“You aren’t Lor—you aren’t.” Lorelei was silent. She didn’t mean to play the game. But it’s all she knew. Her guard was down around Grayson Dolan and it hurt. She watched through hooded eyes as Grayson leaned in the ghost her lips before softly and ever so gently pressing his to hers. Before feeling a shove at his chest:

“What the hell was that?”