Storm (Elemental, #1)

by Brigid Kemmerer

Touch was funny like that. How one movement could choke you and kill you, but another meant nothing more than a caress and an invitation. How sex and rape were just a few motions apart.

“It’s okay,” said Michael. “You don’t want to do this.” Inch by inch, Hunter lowered the gun into Michael’s palm, finally letting go. Michael didn’t move. “You all right?” Hunter nodded. “Good.” Michael wrapped his hand around the hilt. Then he lifted it, cocked the hammer, and put the barrel against Hunter’s forehead. “Now where the fuck are my brothers?”