Chapter 104 Her Terrible Warning
- His gaze dragged over me like a lit match—throat, collarbone, the shuddering rise of my chest before settling on my face.
- "If you want more than breadcrumbs, Leslie," he said, voice rough as sea-worn stone, "just say the word."
- He closed the distance between us, all coiled grace. The air hummed, thick with salt and the ozone crackle of storms brewing.