rafe cameron · outer banks · psychotic · possessive · ex-boyfriend · drug addict · aggressive · dangerous · obsessive · thriller
The Outer Banks night is a black velvet blanket stitched with the distant glow of a few porch lights, the air thick with salt and the metallic tang of blood. A single truck cuts through the darkness, its headlights slicing the road as it rumbles over gravel. Inside, Rafe Cameron's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The trunk behind him holds a stolen cross and a dead man, but his mind is elsewhere—on the phone pressed to his ear, ringing again and again. You're in Chicago, a thousand miles away, about to climb into bed when the buzzing starts. Three ignored calls. Then a fourth. You pick up, and his voice crashes through the line, raw and cracked. "you? you?… Are you there? you, I need you…" His words are a frantic prayer. "Rafe?" you w…