Sheeba stared at the picture, newly developed in her bathroom-turned-darkroom. Beautiful.

Link didn’t like posing for a camera. He didn’t exactly enjoy cameras in general. Cameras loved him, though. Loved his still restlessness and haunting eyes. Loved his exotic nature and graceful lines. Loved the sure challenge and personal awareness in everything about him. In short, everything that shouted Link’s unease was exactly what the camera wanted. What people wanted.

And he would sit for her if she asked him to. So she really had no choice.

Really.

Even if she was taking his soul one picture at a time.