Chapter 27 Pure Torture

• I nearly launched out of my own skin. The towel almost slipped from my grasp as I staggered back, hands flying to hold it tighter.
• I turned toward the voice, and the moment my eyes found him, I forgot how to breathe.
• He stood in the shadowed corner near the bookshelf—that damned dark corner that always seemed to drink more light than it should. He leaned there like he owned the place: arms folded across his chest, one boot crossed lazily over the other.