Ts Pandora Melanie Hot! -

Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: You kept me. Now I keep you. —P.

Pandora smiled. “No. It named itself.” ts pandora melanie

Melanie jumped. Her roommate stood in the kitchen doorway, barefoot, holding a mug of tea she hadn’t been drinking. Pandora had moved in three weeks ago, answering a sublet ad that Melanie didn’t remember posting. She was pretty in a sharp way—dark bob, gray eyes that never blinked enough—and she had a habit of knowing things before Melanie said them. Her phone buzzed

Melanie looked at the silver eye in the box. It blinked. It named itself

And Melanie had just turned the key.

And somewhere across the city, Pandora opened her own left eye—Melanie’s left eye—and smiled into the dark. The box had never been Pandora’s. It had been Melanie’s. But Pandora was the lock.

“What did you just do?” Melanie whispered.