The room was cool and dimly lit. The contrast between the sumptuous leather sofas and the stark equipment, lined up meticulously along the shelves, was somehow unsettling.
Scott stood a little way back, almost in the shadows, his arms at his sides. Steel glinted in his hand.
Rachael met his gaze reflected in the mirror, sparking a memory of the first time she had met him. She had been so young, they both had. Rachael had been nervous but Scott’s aura of confidence had helped to calm her. She remembered chattering excitedly about the evening ahead, conscious of fluttering her hands about like a school girl. But Scott had made her feel beautiful. He always made her feel beautiful. (more…)
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