“I’m finished pretending, Otto. I’m finished pretending about the way I feel about you. This either begins tonight or it ends tonight.” She jammed a pointed finger toward the floor. Alarm churned through my being. “What are you saying, Raven?” “I’m saying I’m finished tiptoeing. I’m finished shuttering. I’m finished keeping this inside.” She took another step toward me. Intensity thrashed. The woman an earthquake.
