Blaze:
The air crackled with something violent and electric as I crossed the room to the dresser. My hands closed around the black box sitting there, heavy with meaning. I'd been holding onto it for weeks now, waiting for the right moment.
This was it.
Kat stood by the window, the early light just barely starting to stain the sky. She was a f*****g vision—her wild red hair a riot down her back, black tee tight against her frame, black leather pants hugging her like a second skin. A warrior. My warrior.
"You ready?" I rasped.
She turned, fierce and unyielding, eyes gleaming with bloodlust and adrenaline. "Born ready."
I smirked and walked toward her, the box clutched in my hands. She tilted her head, curious, a small grin tugging at her mouth.
"What's that?" she asked.
I didn't answ
