Caelin groaned and rubbed her temples, her headache still pounding relentlessly. The woman was right to be afraid, though she clearly didn’t understand why. Caelin wasn’t just tied—she was tied to Samuel. The thought sent a wave of confusion and frustration through her. Why him? Why now? She didn't imitate the tie, and it made no sense. But it explained the overwhelming drive to protect him, to ensure no harm came to him, even at the cost of her own sanity.
Her fingers itched to lash out, to end this pointless delay, but she resisted. Instead, she flipped down the sun visor and stared at her reflection in the small mirror. Her fiery hair floated around her face, shimmering and moving as if caught in a breeze only it could feel. Her eyes burned crimson, glowing with the unmistakable inten
