Chapter 53 The Break
- The fridge hums behind her spine — cold metal biting her shoulders where Knox cages her in, breath warm at her throat like a promise she wants to carve out with her teeth.
- She shoves him back again — palms flat to his chest, fingers twisting in his shirt just so she doesn’t feel the tremble in her own wrists.
- “Stop,” she spits — the word sharp, cracked, sour in her mouth. “Stop doing this.”