“Are you stitching yourself up?” Heather’s sounded awed. Gabriel winced. “Yep.” “That’s scary,” Heather said. “And…kinda hot.” — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“The intruder shifted his weight and pulled the knife back, aiming at Gabriel’s chest. The moonlight glinted off the sharp blade and Gabriel found himself backed up against a wall. There was no escape. Gabriel was going to have to… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
