Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Wind whirled from her feet, lifting her hair, wrapping around her like invisible silk.

Then Zoey. "I am hunger. I want. I take."

The stone beneath her cracked and pulsed, and a thick, sweet scent filled the air - desire itself made physical.

Natalie stepped up. "I am healing. I mend. I soothe."

A soft rain began, only above her stone, each droplet warm and glowing.

Grace. "I am faith. I follow. I leap."

Light bloomed beneath her, expanding outward with every breath she took.

Emma. "I am curiosity. I question. I see."

Shards of glass hovered around her before vanishing, each one reflecting a different version of her face.

Scarlet. "I am fury. I burn. I warn."

The air split around her in a sharp gust, lightning flashing through her pupils.