At this second, with Vincent's hands around my neck, his throbbing cock against my stomach, I see the foolish waste of thoughts. I learn the meaningless words of promises.

In the front of B-Street downtown Seattle, I, Kylie Bray watch the man that I am destined to love forever, come alive with the idea of killing me.

And even though I am with Storm, time can't heal wounds.

My voice, finally given back to me as he releases his fingers from around my neck, twisting it through ...