The Crescent Scar of Betrayal

The word had barely left Kaelith’s lips when Graeven’s hand swept across the cold marble of the kitchen counter. His fingers brushed against the small plastic remote. Without breaking the bruising contact of his mouth against hers, he pressed the button. Across the room, the heavy motorized blinds began their slow, rhythmic descent, shutting out the rest of the pack, the world, and any lingering d