Thank god, during the night sometime, the power is back on.
I couldn't be happier.
The next day the rain hammers against the windows hard enough to make the glass tremble.
Thunder rolls somewhere overhead a second later.
The entire house feels louder because of it.
Too much testosterone trapped under one roof, and I need to breathe.
“I need air.” I huff.
Max immediately looks over.
“That sounds a slight bit dramatic.”
“It is dramatic.”
“You okay, kitten?”
“No.”
“I need to shoot something.”
The room goes quiet.
Jace blinks once.
“Excuse me?”
“I said,” I gesture vaguely toward the storm outside, “I need to shoot something.”
Thunder cracks, and Jace slowly turns his head toward the window.
“Oh, Doll.”
He points dramatically.
“It’s pissing rain.”
“I know.”
“It’s freezin
