🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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Cutlery clinked, and the sound rang in her ears like nails on a slate. Tension ran through her. Every movement felt like she had to step on a swaying tightrope, waving her arms and hoping she wouldn't fall off.
Everything was unclear—the colors, the objects, something was wrong, and she knew what it was for some unknown reason, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Bring me another beer," it sounded a short distance behind her. The voice was heavier from the alcohol and already slurred slightly.
She didn't need to see the person speaking. She knew it was Dylan. The scene, the moment, was all very familiar to her. She had been through it over and over again, dreaming about it, struggling with it. And even though she knew where it was leading, her dreamy self's mouth opened on its own. She couldn't stop herself.
"How about you go get it yourself?" she asked. The back of her neck prickled warningly. At the table, Eve now heard Liam pause in his eating.
"What the fuck?" the dark voice asked more sharply as chair legs scraped across the floor.
No. No-no-no.
She moaned, and yet she had no voice. The scene was blurred and unclear. Her vision kept jumping, showing the scene, Liam, Dylan, or herself. Suddenly, she stood in front of the stove as hands grabbed her hard.
"Please, don't argue!" Liam's voice pleaded somewhere, but the soft voice remained unheard.
She wanted to scream, fight back, and stop it all from happening. She didn't want to see any of this, not again. She was so tired of it.
"I can't take it anymore, Dylan. I want a divorce!" her voice rumbled, trembling in her ears. Then everything happened quickly. Movements, words, and actions blurred into blurred colors and sounds.
A hand reached for her, jerked her around, and another grabbed her wrist. Instinctively, she wanted to tear herself away ... and then she saw in slow motion how the pot tipped over in her grip and the hot water poured over her.
