Chapter 40 Whisper Of Wrath

• "Leslie," Terrel called out again, his hand reaching for mine with a desperation that only served to fuel my anger. His touch was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fury I had long tried to bury.
• I yanked my hand away, my movements sharp and decisive, fixing him with a glare that could've chilled the fires of hell itself.
• "Don't you dare touch me," I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. "This is none of your concern anymore."