As soon as Elena stepped through the door, the smell of food hit her like a wave. Her eyes started scanning the room for the source until they landed on the dining table.
Sneaking over on tiptoes, she grabbed a bite or two before anyone noticed.
"Gabriel, your cooking is seriously hitting a new level. If you ever quit being a therapist, opening a restaurant might not be a bad gig."
"Don't tease me," Gabriel said, coming out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice in hand.
Elena's eyes instantly caught the mark on his arm. "Hey, what happened to your arm? That looks like a burn."
The word "burn" stirred something deep in her mind—a flash of raging flames, two figures moving through a blazing inferno. Who were they? Why did they feel so familiar?
A sudden stab of pain pierc
