She smiled, pen in hand, as she started to sketch her comic. No more would Damien think I was idiotic, she though. He had become her muse, all their relationship struggles would be out in the open for everyone to see. He would be sorry.
Just one sign, to know if Jared was safe. Thats all she needed, a single bolt of illuminating thunder against the vivid, blue December sky. The weather was cloudless, but all she wanted was thunder, beatiful, ravishing thunder.