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Chapter 15 : Brewing Storm

Kit's POV

A storm was coming. I could smell the rain. Thickness in the air.

Brewing in the clouds. Dark gray and angry with lightning flashing in the distance. I grimaced, turning my attention back to sealing my client's windows. Last one of the day. Then I could go back to my apartment and drink myself into a stupor until I fell asleep and couldn't hear the thunder anymore.

I hated the crack of thunder.

It reminded me too much of my eighteen birthday when I was sliced to pieces by my brother. The thunderstorm came afterward and I could recall little snippets of Rosie dragging me through the mud, over the border before Will decided to change his mind and finish the job.

When I was a child, I loved the sound of rain, but now, it makes my entire body tense. Even if there is so much as a change in humidity, my body went into survival mode.

Pathetic. A grown man afraid of thunderstorms.

My phone buzzed, but I didn't look at it. As badly as my fingertips itched to respond bec
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