Tangled Hearts, Twisted Fates
The storm outside had calmed, but inside the Carter estate, chaos was just beginning.
Anna sat on the edge of Daniel’s bed, her fingers running over the smooth silk sheets as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind her life had become. The night with Daniel had left her raw, exposed, and conflicted. She hadn’t meant for it to happen again—not after all the things he’d said, after all the anger between them. But emotions were too high, and the need for comfort too overpowering. She couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the passion began anymore.
Daniel stood near the window, shirtless, his back turned to her as he stared into the darkness outside. The muscles in his shoulders were tense, unmoving, like he was holding something in. His voice was low, almost
