Devil’s Luck

checkered hallway. The two-inch difference in length

Her eyes were black now, the inner blue cannibalized by the room’s shadows.

Desire ripped through him at the idea.

anxiety spiked electric along his skin.

The lines in her face smoothed out. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise.

asked blandly, a hint of annoyance in her tone

This glow made her look like a fresh corpse still tormented by its gruesome death

The scent of grass and sweat wafted off of her