Michael's pov

Although the storm had passed, peace had not been left behind.

The forest was engulfed in a thick, dense fog that snarled around the trees like ghosts rising from the earth just before daybreak. Every grass blade, or leaf, leaked water. The room tasted of candles that we had kept burning at night and smelled of wet soil.

And I could still smell her.

I was unable to remove it. Not the fire that bled from her mouth when she kissed me back before pushing me away, not the ...