Chapter Twelve – Fracture and Fire

CHARISSE

The storm hadn’t stopped. It just moved inside her.

Charisse sat on the cold tile of her apartment floor, back pressed against the kitchen cabinet, a towel clutched around her shoulders that did nothing to chase away the chill. Her clothes were still damp from the rain. Every few seconds, her body would shiver, not from the cold but from memory.

Lucian’s voice.

His hand on her wrist.

The way his eyes burned when she said she couldn’t ...