Cassian Blackwood's property line wasn't exactly a barbed-wire fence. It was literally just a row of mossy rocks half-buried in the dirt, marking the edge of some old-growth timber. Selene spent the entire three-hour drive out of the city lecturing me about them.
"Cross those stones uninvited, it's a declaration of war," she kept repeating, white-knuckling the steering wheel as the paved road turned to nasty gravel. "You wait at the edge. You ask for a parley. Archaic, but it’s how this works."
"What if he just stays inside?" I muttered, staring out the passenger window at a blur of pine trees.
"He has a massive ego. He won't ignore you."
I wished I shared her optimism. The last mental image I had of Cassian involved me spitting mud and shivering in the rain while he looked at me like
