Eddie stood there alone, the taste of smoke and her name on his tongue. The room behind him was already growing cold. But his chest—his chest was still on fire.
She came into the room like a struck match in a dark warehouse. That was the first thing you noticed about Bella—not the curve of her lip or the flash of her ankle, but the spark . A raw, sulfurous scratch of static that made the hairs on your arm stand up before she even said a word. bella spark bang and burn
"Don't," he said.
They called her Bella Spark behind her back, though never to her face. To her face, she was just Bella, and you said it like a prayer or a plea. Eddie stood there alone, the taste of smoke
Wild. Brief. Unforgettable.
"Only if you plan to set it on fire," she replied. She came into the room like a struck