No Turning Back - Part Three
There’s no turning back from the fire that consumes everything. Jack’s fingers lingered a moment longer, drawing a shiver from me as Mark watched, silent and transfixed. Jack’s eyes met mine, then flicked to Mark, a silent question passing between them. I felt the heat of their attention, the anticipation thick in the air. Jack leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” He took my hand, leading me down the hallway. My legs felt unsteady, e...