Chapter Fourteen – The Storm Between Us

Part One

Charisse

    The rain hits hard, cold needles on her skin, washing the glitter and perfume from the gala right off her.

Charisse stumbles across the marble steps, her heels slipping, her chest heaving like she can outrun the sound of his voice still echoing in her head.

The last woman.

    The words replay over and over until they don’t sound like words anymore — they sound like a warning.

    She doesn’t stop until the ...