Chapter 8 Just Tasting…
- The silence of the apartment was a weight, heavy with the shadows of a past that refused to let me breathe.
- I lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling and waiting for Rose, my mind replaying the disaster at the boutique.
- I knew Zayne would hear about the uproar, I just didn't know how he would react. Before I could think of an excuse, a sharp, rhythmic knock shattered the quiet.