Demolition Before the Bloom

Emily. David’s polished shoes slipped on the marble, his arms pinwheeling as he fought to keep his balance. He collided heavily with the edge of a cocktail table, sending a tray of crystal flutes shattering to the floor.

“Hey!” David barked, his face flushing a deep, furious crimson. He swatted at the guard’s arm, completely blind to the danger he was continue reading …