Chapter 8
At first light, Donovan pulled up in front of her cabin in a dark gray sedan. She stepped outside with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder and eased down the stairs. This still didn’t set well with her, but her spidey-like senses were pinging off the chart lately. Something wasn’t right, and her mind kept returning to the creepy guy chasing after her on the first day she arrived and to his latest appearance fighting to get past her talisman magic. What if she really was in danger? She supposed it couldn’t hurt to get a little extra protection.
Her new pet hellhound, Dragon, bounded down the stairs toward Donovan who was stepping free of the car. He skidded to a halt, his long tongue lolling as he seemed to grow more excited by the minute.
“Is that what you’re wearing?”
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