Chapter 236 Pxl 5

• 5
• Gabriel.
• Thunderstorms have a way of making the world smaller, like the walls are closing in and you have nowhere to run. Tonight, the rain doesn’t just fall; it hammers, coming down in sheets that swallow the streetlights and turn the old stained glass into a watercolor blur. I’ve always liked storms, at least from a distance, but tonight there’s something restless in the air, an energy that feels suspiciously like temptation.