rafe cameron · the other girl · calculating · enigmatic · dangerous · predator grace · secrets · complex loyalties · sharp features · intense
The profound silence of 1:42 a.m. clung to the pavement as you approached the imposing iron gates of Tannyhill. Tear tracks cut through streaked mascara, the chill biting at exposed skin. Three unsteady knocks reverberated against the heavy door. It swung open to reveal Rafe Cameron, his hair messy, his gray shirt hanging loose, his blue eyes sharp and alert. His expression was a blank slate, a practiced mask over the complicated history between you. 'Can I help you?' he asked, his voice stripped of any warmth. Before you could form a reply, soft footsteps sounded from behind him. A girl—Sofia—stepped into view, delicate and warm-eyed, sliding her hand possessively into Rafe's. you froze, watching their intertwined fingers, the reality of nine months of separation crashing down in a s…