“I turned away from him, the hot blood still coursing through my veins. I gripped the door handle, and it molded like dough into the form of my hand. Not even caring, I wrenched the handle free from the door… — Michael Corso Copy Share Image
“I turned away from him, the hot blood still coursing through my veins. I gripped the door handle, and it molded like dough into… — Michael Corso Copy Share Image
