These were deep enough to never fully heal—she would be left with a few more scars for her collection. Liam exited the back door, a glass of whisky in one hand, a small mason jar filled with a white substance in the other. “Those look nasty.” Callie shrugged. “I’ll live. What’s that?” Liam held t...
The synthetic silk of a bow tie slipped through his musician’s fingers, refusing to hold a decent knot. He tugged and tweaked to no avail. The display case was one of twelve lining the stone walls of Saint John Cathedral’s main nave, each case placed beneath a new stained ...