our scattered thunderstorms

Beatrix never believed in fate-only in hard work, in proving herself, in clawing her way out of the shadows of her past. But fate had other plans. It kept throwing Ace into her life, like a storm she never saw coming, one she couldn't outrun.

"Do you know these purple thunderstorms always ruin my timing?" he muttered, almost to himself.

Then he stepped closer, eyes locking onto hers.
"They do it every time."

#1 Midnight Serenade Series