RQS ECHOES

Defenses Down

Broklin's room was lit only by the city light filtering through the blinds—stripes of blue and purple crossing the sheet, the mattress, their skin.

Kelma lay beside him, her hair spread on the pillow as if it were part of the night. She felt fulfilled inside; she thought he would try to waver. He looked at her and bit his lip. She had touched his weak point: his pride.