The silence between us hung thick, like the moment before lightning strikes.

Shane stood there — every inch of him a contradiction.

He looked like a man raised by principles, but the storm in his eyes told a different story. One that whispered revenge and thirst.

“Because I don’t know whether I want to save you from them… or join you,” he had said.

I sipped my wine again, the taste of cherry and challenge staining my lips.

“So choose, Doctor…. Savior or sinner?” I ...