You're hiding something, Rain, and I'm going to find it.
Archer's eyes narrow to green slits before he turns for the door.
I shrug nonchalantly at his retreating form.
I have nothing to hide.
Except a sudden chill reaches into my lungs, and in the darkest, foggiest corners of my soul, there's a new, niggling feeling that perhaps I do.
Leanne Poulter Credence, paperback/rowena spark
