Date = 1 July
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV - Aria
WARNING – s*x scene!!!
The dishes clink in the sink, hot water steaming over my hands, thunder grumbling outside like an old demon with a toothache.
I scrub harder than necessary, suds splashing up my arms, because it is better than thinking.
The back door slammed shut twenty minutes ago. Jackson and Axel — ghosts in the rain. Out into the storm and into whatever dangerous plan Jackson refused to explain in full sentences.
River is dozing, tucked under blankets and breathing slowly, but not nearly asleep enough to make me relax.
Still, the house is quiet now. Just the storm. The water. The buzz of worry deep under my ribs. Leaving me alone with another problem. One, I’m not sure I want to face right now … or ever.
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