Elayne stormed into the front doors of the high school on the next morning after the school board meeting. She was dressed in full body armor. Boots with a thick stem that a military general would lift an appreciative brow at. A killer skirt that hugged her curves and ended just above the knee so that she had the mobility to kick down any door—or six-foot aviator.
Hmmm? That"s what this outfit was missing: a pair of Aviator sunglasses would complete the look. But then no one would see the take-no-prisoners glare she wore. They also wouldn"t see the bags under her eyes from the sleepless night.
Nightmares had plagued her dreams. Most of the visions behind her eyelids featured a dark-haired man grinning down at her. That grin was carnivorous. Like a shark. A shark l*****g its chops as it b
