CHAPTER 10
Three weeks have gone by without incident, Selene thought as she flushed the toilet and made her way to the sink to wash her hands. No progress made on my case. We're still on guard in our home, and I'm back to not being able to rest.
She glanced in the mirror. Circles no amount of makeup could cover ringed her eyes.
I mean, I sleep—how can I not, warm and comfortable in bed with Brandon—but somehow, I never feel rested.
Sticking out her tongue at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Selene stalked to the table where Brandon had made her yet another delicious dinner.
In spite of the constant tension, it has been a nice summer, she thought, recalling the Fourth of July at the lake with Maggie and Brandon's parents. We all got sunburned and ate too much chicken, cherry pie,
