The silence between us was thick, like the moment before lightning strikes.

Shane was there—every inch of him was a contradiction.

He seemed like a man raised with principles, but the storm in his eyes told a different story. One that whispered of vengeance and thirst.

“Because I don’t know if I want to save you from them… or join you,” he had said.

I took another sip of my wine, the taste of cherry and defiance staining my lips.

“So choose, doctor… savior or sinner?” I asked, finally breaking