Samuel let out a weary sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wild ride? Great. Just what I need. Any chance this ride has an exit ramp?”
Aunt May chuckled, her sharp eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, sweetheart, the only exit is six feet under, and we’re not aiming for that anytime soon. You’ve tied yourself to Caelin, and that means you’ve got the protection of the Arlie family—whether you like it or not.”
“Protection,” Samuel repeated, his tone skeptical. “That sounds... comforting.”
Caelin snorted. “It’s not as cozy as it sounds. Being under a banshee’s protection isn’t just a free pass to live recklessly. There are responsibilities, rules—”
“Rules?” Samuel cut in, raising an eyebrow. “Like what? Don’t steal your car again?”
“Don’t tempt me,” Caelin shot back, her voice laced with
