Cynthia Cooke - Shiver

Stunned, Riley dropped to his knees beside her. “Come on, lady. Wake up.” He gritted his teeth to restrain himself from clutching her in his arms to make sure she was okay.

Long lashes fluttered on her cheeks. She opened luminous eyes full of hurt and vulnerability and pinned him to the wall. He felt a need to apologize, to help her in some way. Dammit, why wouldn’t she just tell him the truth?

“What happened?” she asked with a shaky voice.

“You fainted,” he muttered, and tried to swallow his irritation.

She sat up, cradling her head in her hands. “I’m sorry. Really, I am. I know you want answers, and I wish I had them for you. But I don’t. I just don’t.”

Tears filled her eyes, and damn if they didn’t work. He could feel the fury seeping right out of him. Apparently, he was in worse shape than he thought. He needed sleep. He needed food. He needed to go home, recoup and try to sort this mess out again later.

“Listen—”

The sound of crashing glass reverberated through the room. Riley jumped to his feet as splintered shards scattered across the floor. Clumps of glass mixed with something red hit the sides of the sofa and oozed down the fabric. Devra let out a bloodcurdling scream, shattering Riley’s ragged nerves.

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