Surrender to the Phantom

The silence in the master penthouse following Camille’s confession was heavier than the storm howling outside the reinforced glass walls. The hurricane threw fifty-foot crests against the volcanic foundation of Isle Saint-Obsidian, rattling the heavy basalt masonry, but within the warm circle of the fireplace, the world had contracted down to a single point of absolute, intoxicating focus. The scent of burning cedar and birch logs mingled with the peaty…