I wondered as he puttered around, could I kill a man with the strength of my legs? Could I crush the life from his chest—
The rubber sling grew taut in my fingers, and the itch to shoot something swelled as I aimed. This time, I couldn’t scratch the spot. I didn’t have a rock.
“My flight was late,” I confessed. The sweet, sultry memory stirred. Rare for me to concede to desire, but our dance’s push-pull elevated want to
My heartbeat ticked in my head. Both eardrums thumped, and the vein on the side of my neck pulsed in unison with each beat. Every
When Bees Buzz
The bailiff held the door, and Millis shuffled through. He moved with little effort, having learned the precise gait the shackles allowed. The morning sun