Shattered Control

Kaelen

It had been seven days since the midnight report.

Seven days of looking at the photograph of Damian Cross’s hand on Raina’s skin. I hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that prick leaning into her space at the restaurant, looking at her like she was something he could just reach out and take.

The text she sent me afterward—he had his hands all over me, by the way—had been a prov