"The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off." ~Gloria Steinem
Alexei Voronin
My blood pumped harder as I pushed through the rustling leaves. I could feel it, or almost even sense it—there was something wrong happening around here. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I walked the length of the compound, my eyes sharp, scanning every corner, every shadow. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides, but my thoughts were far from orderly. I should've been focused, rational, the way I always was, but the nagging thought at the back of my mind emerged again, twisting innocent encounters into indecent memories, pulsating my mind with need.
