The faint scent of tobacco wafts from Hendrix, filling Lilith's senses. She looks up at him in panic, pressing her elbow against his shoulder and biting her lip in silence.

“Are you still going to get a divorce?” Hendrix’s breath surrounds her, sending her heart racing.

This is what it feels like to love someone—unable to endure his gentleness or his indifference, and especially unable to withstand the lethal sensation he brings at such close ...