TESSA STIFLED A MOAN as the memory released her and she rose from an unsatisfactorily fitful sleep. Light filtered in through the broken hole in the wall and though it would be warm by midday, her hidey-hole was freezing. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing up and down in hopes of generating a little warmth.
“I’d be happy to give you a hand with that,” an alluringly familiar voice offered.
She reared back, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. She’d hidden away on the fourteenth story of a half-finished building and the only way to access the room she was in involved some very precarious climbing across a patch of floor that hadn’t yet been put in. And yet Kayleb was sitting at the foot of her makeshift little bed as if he belonged there.
“What are you doing here?” The
