His dark beard, tan skin, gray eyes. I wanted to suffocate in them. My mind wandered even deeper, going back to the first day I’d met him, the day he pinned me against a wall with his forearm. The skin on my neck prickled as I remembered the way he stared down at me, holding me captive— What the hell was wrong with me? I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Nope. I was just tired. That’s all this was: lack of sleep on a crappy bed in a state I’d never been to. That’s all this was. Yet, when I fell asleep, I was surrounded by gray smoke…
