Destini sobered.Who wouldn’t in that moment? In the moment where it all changed for better or worse, Destini Sanders would be no more. It stilled her. The door slowly closed, giving a shift in the air, a coolness that added to her chill. Her eyes lowered. Destini rubbed her arms for warmth. He was behind her. Watching. The feeling of his touch earlier lingered between her legs. He opened a door in her that she wasn’t sure she wanted to close. She didn’t dare turn to address it. One thing at a time. Before she dealt with him or folded, she had to decide. Was it Destini or Rain tonight? Possibly a little bit of both? The vanilla scent of the candles and melting wax engulfed her senses. How long had these candles been burning? They stood with long wicks on five-foot tall candelabrums made of black iron. Each––and there were many––seemed to blink and sway all at once, making the shadows shift. Again, dark walls surrounded her, black as night. In fact, they were so black that they seemed to vastly extend the space around her.
