Jack of Harts

Rosalie and Rosalind were good at understanding things. They could just feel the heartbeat of a community. It was why they loved spending time with the Arnam. They were exactly who they seemed to be. Peaceful. They never “accidentally” brushed up against a pretty girl’s tatas or caboose. They were genetically designed to respect borders, including personal space. They were truly alien in a way all the girls of my hometown loved. Don’t get me wrong. We’d all grown up in maybe the best place in all the worlds. It was Heaven in every way that mattered, but even it had its devils if you looked hard enough. People that did not belong in Heaven, and who… were not kind to the angels. Now Rosalie and Rosalind were good at finding those devils.