Reckless Touch Veronica Larsen

He crowds everything into corners just by stepping into a room.
Steely, cold, and focused, he'd do anything to keep me safe.
Except there is no safe and there is no us.
There's only stolen moments and reckless touches, secrets and lies.
And the stranger who wants me dead.
Cast in shadows and biding his time, he pulls on the threads of my life hoping I'll come undone.
Even surrounded by people I'm completely alone.
Though I'm afraid, I don't want to feel safe.
I want to feel prepared.
Fear doesn't have to be my weakness; it can be the fire in my veins.
Fear might just keep me alive tonight.