A FEW DAYS LATER Shiloh was on the couch when he felt it.
The air was sizzling around him, things were vibrating at a strong frequency and it was something Shiloh just couldn't understand. It was like he could feel the anger and frustration rolling off his boyfriend, like in waves. A cool draft entered the room and he shuddered, pondering what could have possibly pissed Lucian off so bad that he had to move around their apartment like a rabid dog—a ferocious being—stalking and plundering through the halls, seeking and searching for something. It was like watching a natural disaster he had no control over it.
Like a ticking time bomb.
