The calloused hand between my shoulder blades sent me tumbling into that canyon, and all I could hear as I hit the sun-baked rock was Silas Thorne’s laugh fading into the silence above. He’d taken…
The shove was brutally simple. A calloused hand between her shoulder blades, a sudden loss of balance on the crumbling scree, and then a dizzying, scraping fall. Rosevale didn’t scream. The breath was knocked from her lungs as she tumbled against a slab of sun-baked sandstone. Above her, three silhouettes stood against the searing blue … Read more