st sat on the couch, staring out the window at the city that had become my gilde

acing back and forth. "Scream

my stillness a m

le. It shattered, sending shards flying across the polished floor. The sound

id, his voice low and dangerous. "You did that on purpose.

od up and walked to the wine fridge, my movements slow and deliberate. I pulled

e out to him. "We should finish

onfusion warring with anger in his ey

s." I took a long swallow of the wine, the rich liquid doing nothing to warm the ice in my veins. I walked over to h

on't want to clean up," he growled, his voice th

pulled me against him, his

stripped my clothes off, his touch urgent and rough, as if he could

empty. A note on the pillow said he'd gone to a

uitcase. I took nothing he had bought me. Only my clot

y blood ran cold. I' d forgotten. I opened my purse and pulled out the folded pamphlet the clin

not tell him. He had made his choice. He didn't want a family wi

his chest. A premonition. A cold dread that had nothing to do with the budget

. It was his h

ar just cleared the gate. She has a s

for the door. "Stop her," he barked into the phone. "Do not let her leave

s. I was standing outside, my arms crossed, waiting. He slammed his

ou're doing?" he yel

, my eyes cold.

" he snarled, hi

ou have your political career. What more do you need from me?" I laughed, a harsh, ugly sound.