Blood And Fire
“Octagonal, with big triangular windows in each side, each with a different amazing view in the daytime. Gleaming wood paneling, a grouping of chairs and couches around a coffee table and a flat-screen TV, luxurious and understated and comfortable. A wrought-iron spiral staircase led up to a loft bed.
He went to the window, stared out into the night. The moon was peeking through a hole in the clouds, illuminating the undulating patterns of glowing white foam spread across the huge beach far below.
Lily wrapped her arm around his waist. “Want to talk about it?”
“No.” It snapped out. Not what he wanted to say. It was just hardwired in there, popping out to shove away intruders. Like an alarm system, buzzing when it was breached. He could hear the gears grind as Lily tried to puzzle out how to manage him. Didn’t envy her the task. He couldn’t manage his own self. Why should she have more luck?
“I never knew my own mother,” she said.
Aw, Christ. He was in for it now. He clenched his teeth.
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