Chapter 32 Torn Between The Fire

• Kelly sat by the window, watching the rain blur the lights of Ravenwood. The storm outside mirrored the one inside her—quiet at first glance, but violent beneath. She pressed her hand to the cool glass, her thoughts drifting like the raindrops that raced down the pane.
• Rowel had been distant today. Not cold—no, that would be easier. He’d been careful and very calculated, just too careful. And that scared her more than his rage ever did.
• Because he wasn’t trying to break her anymore. He was waiting for her to come to him.