Chapter Eight
It felt like electricity was crackling along her skin.
Sierra shivered involuntarily. The shudder started at the base of her spine, spread across her chest and shot down her arms and legs, right to the very tips of her fingers and toes. Her teeth chattered as if she were cold, and inexplicably, she thought of standing in the snow on a Christmas morning, at six years old clutching a mug of cocoa with the wind blowing against her pink cheeks, feeling colder than she ever had before but also full of excitement and wonder.
But all at once the feeling turned from cold to burning hot. The heat seared through her. It wasn’t in her skin, but in her bones, as if she were burning up from within.
For one brief moment, she thought that she might die.
Then Joe squeezed her hand. She
