Shattered Emerald

Sloane stood rigid in the dimly lit hallway of Eleanor's house, staring blankly at Dorian's chest. "This is my home right here. I don't want to go anywhere else." She stated this firm boundary, slipping her hand from his tight, possessive grip. She took a step back, putting space between herself and the man she no longer recognized.

Frustrated by the unyielding, mocking glint dancing in her cold