He saw her for the first time with the gun pointed at his head. The scruffy curls, the alert eyes, the scar marked as a warning: "don't try to understand me." She was everything he wasn't. Wild, firm, dirty with dirt and pain. And when she yelled at him, Elliot Desmond was sure of two things: 1. He was going to die. 2. She was the most b...Read more