The Scientist by M. G. Juelle

The Miami skyline dangled over lavender clouds like stalactites made of pink light and shadows. “I could die right now,” she said. “It would take at least eight—” “It’s an expression, silly.” She laughed. “Means I’m happy.” If the pooling blood hadn’t already flushed his face, Jaime would have blushed. “Oh, right.” Alba sat up. […]