This was a big news week for me, which means…yeah, I got no new words written. 🙁
I hope to remedy that tomorrow. Until then, here’s more from Dillon and Isabeau.
When his gaze touched me, it had weight, and my shoulders hunched to make me the smallest target possible for his rage. I kept from squeezing my eyes shut but it was a near thing. His anger saturated the air until it reeked of his fury and dangerous intent.
When he reached for me, I stood my ground. I was weak, but I was not a coward; he would not make me one. Squaring my shoulders, I forced my head up until my gaze held his.
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