Ten Years of Obsession

Torin

I should have turned on my heel and walked out the exact second I spotted Nadia Mercer marching toward that overgrown gym meathead.

I should have left the venue, climbed into my car, and let her crash headfirst into whatever catastrophic mistake she was determined to make. Instead, I stayed rooted to the floor. A twisted, masochistic streak in my gut forced me to stand in the dark and wat