Marco’s gut seethed with something colder.
Rage.
Worse, impotent rage.
The kind that burrowed into your cells and festered. The kind that ate you from the inside out and surfaced thirty years later as a terminal case of cancer.
Marco’s gut seethed with something colder.
Rage.
Worse, impotent rage.
The kind that burrowed into your cells and festered. The kind that ate you from the inside out and surfaced thirty years later as a terminal case of cancer.