Chapter 38 Strike The Match
- The room was silent.
- Not the peaceful kind, but the kind that came before a war. The kind that held breath and blood and decisions.
- Callum stood near the window, shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked violently in his cheek. Aurelia watched him from the couch, her legs curled beneath her, a blanket draped over her thighs but her spine straight, alert.