Steps Into Us
"Her surrender fuels his hunger, their affair a spark in a house of ash."
“First Steps Unseen” The stairs creaked like old bones under me as I hauled Kate down into the basement, her blindfold—that black satin scrap I’d tied too tight—shutting out everything but my grip on her. My hand locked around her wrist, her pulse slamming against my fingers, fast, alive, a drumbeat I could feel in my gut. Each step down—steep, narrow, a goddamn trap—dragged me further from the life I’d been choking on fo...