Kit's POV
A storm was coming. I could smell the rain. Thickness in the air.
Brewing in the clouds. Dark gray and angry with lightning flashing in the distance. I grimaced, turning my attention back to sealing my client's windows. Last one of the day. Then I could go back to my apartment and drink myself into a stupor until I fell asleep and couldn't hear the thunder anymore.
I hated the crack of thunder.
It reminded me too much of my eighteen birthday when I was sliced to pieces by my brother. The thunderstorm came afterward and I could recall little snippets of Rosie dragging me through the mud, over the border before Will decided to change his mind and finish the job.
When I was a child, I loved the sound of rain, but now, it makes my entire body tense. Even if there is so much as
