Shannon could feel her breath return, her veins circulating the blood, her pulse thumping and her nerves starting to shake her into wreck. Davis, the man who had given her the ultimate gift she could have desire, and the sole nemesis who was able to take it back, stood before her after three long years through which she found herself breaking free from the hell she had lived in. Three long years it had been since she had last seen those grey eyes penetrating her soul from the moment she had first met him when Landon had introduced him, hiding behind his irresistible smile and a borrowed name: Liam. Continue reading
He must die.
There was no other way around what Shannon knew was the inevitable and what she had been avoiding for a long time now. She had been too stupid and too fearful, and she must have known it will all come down to this in the end.
Davis will stop her if he had threatened to do so, she knew he had the power. And as she walked into her apartment after her jog with Miles, she began shivering at the thought that terrified her. Davis was a threat to the three years she had spent planning to reach everything she’d desired, and it was about time she had gotten rid of the danger he imposed.
It took her a quick shower to calm the nerves of the realization. She had 12 hours, during which he must die, and she must kill him. Continue reading
The morning air felt cold against Shannon’s skin. She could feel her heartbeats go faster and faster with every touch of her feet on the concrete. She and Miles had been running for almost an hour now and they had barely spoken a word to each other. Next to her was the man she trusted with everything she had. A man who stood firm when the storms were raging and the gales set her ships to unknown anchors. She considered telling him everything. Seek advice, think through things with him echoing her thoughts. But then she would have to tell him everything. Who she’d been and what had brought her here, and for a moment, she almost did start telling him. But then she knew it would be unwise. Miles must know nothing.
“Nervous about tonight?” Miles asked her while they took a small break, looking into her with his loving concern.
“Not if everything goes as planned.” Shannon looked at her friend with eyes that longed to speak. She smiled at him, meeting his gaze. This was a man she knew that in a different world, she would love. Continue reading
Shannon had been seventeen in a city that forged the vile and the beautiful into one single entity. One that once divided, would make sense no more, or meaning. A city where everything she was about to accomplish began, and from the bottom bloomed. A city she would leave in her early years, and one she would return to later in her life to finish what she had started. Continue reading
She’d had a dream the night before, of long enduring winters, and snow that would not give way to the rising sun. Of whites and blues tainted by the casual browns and greys of hollow trees and ruptured mists; a world that had lost all beauty to the calmness and serenity, bitterness and coldness of colors so pale even the hardest of stones shuddered under their veils.
In the dream, Shannon was one of those dead trees who stood watching the bitter and cold world turn bitterer and colder still. Continue reading