Rain peppered Crystal Rhodes. It splatted on her helmet’s visor and stung through her cotton shirt. She should have listened to her mother. But her jacket was hanging on its hook fifty miles behind her. She shook her head and more water flooded off her helmet and down her back. The rain increased to a downpour, so it was all she could hear. Even her bike’s engine was a distant roar. Water soaked through her shirt so each drop to strike her skin felt like a miniature explosion. She dodged a puddle, then eased off on the throttle. No good hydroplaning.… Read the rest
Elizabeth slammed a pot on the stovetop.
“Be careful,” said Lurvey. “You’ll break it.”
“I’ll break you.” She smashed down a skillet next to the pot and added oil, then turned on the burner.
“Maybe we could just eat out.”
“I will not waste money on a meal I can’t enjoy.” She hefted the pot again and filled it at the sink.
Lurvey smiled. “How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don’t ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me.”
“Gah!… Read the rest