The feeling of depression and aloneness lingered like a Uldaran Howler bug waiting in the shadows of the cave to feed upon her carcass. In the dream, she was cold, freezing cold. Her fingers and toes where dead and black. Frost sparkled on her skin. Purple bruising and dead flesh spread from the ...
The fabric, tied at one muscular shoulder, hung to his calves. Steam rose off the still water, shrouding him with a dreamlike quality as he skirted the languid pool. With careful precision, Fontana lounged against the throw pillows at the pool’s edge, then stretched. Satisfaction shot through her...
A six pack and three hours after they’d pounded out the details of their plan, Tom announced he was leaving to begin preparations. As he left, the glance he cast in her direction startled her. She was positive she’d maintained a cool facade toward Cole, yet something in the look hinted at a quest...