Samuel’s legs trembled as he climbed out of the battered SUV, his shoes crunching against the gravel. He winced, his gaze darting from the faintly glowing banshee in front of him to the wreckage he’d left in his wake: a destroyed rose arbor, a koi pond that looked more like a mud pit, and what might once have been an elegant gazebo now teetering precariously on its foundation.
She’s not killing me. That’s… unexpected. Why isn’t she killing me? Maybe she’s saving me for something worse. Poison? A trapdoor into a pit of spikes? Something slow and painful, definitely.
Caelin’s sharp intake of breath made him freeze. Her eyes locked on him, their intensity making him feel as though he were being stripped bare. "Samuel," she said, her tone dangerously soft. "You need to stop thinking like tha
