two of the devil, only one so gentle

The tabby-coated woman is quiet. Oh so quiet. She listens to the brother's talk, keeping her mouth shut while remaining vigilant. Cambria always had to be on her toes around the monochromatic pair. She was ready when Mati pounced at her, tensing and lifting her head so that her nose wouldn't be submerged. Still, water splashed across her face and even into her eyes. A little sound of protest was released before she gave her head a shake, blinking hard against the excess liquid.

While her eyes were closed, a growl sounded and, thankfully, it wasn't directed at her. She could hear splashing from behind and, when she opened her eyes again, she noted that Idris' own gaze was all for her. His words sent heat flooding through her core and Bria dug her claws into the bank. A prisoner, a plaything, a toy... but she was theirs and that did something to her inside. Stockholm Syndrome? Perhaps... but the captive woman would have done anything to please the pair of brothers.

"Cambria"