The next night, a cold drizzle coated everything with a fine layer of moisture that made everything slick, including my grip on my stake. My boots cracked only slightly over the gravel path, the ground too wet to roll loose stones under my feet. The night held quiet except for the occasional rattle of tree leaves overhead and a car passing in the distance. I swept my gaze around headstones, cherub and angel statues, and hedges as I went, searching for any sign of movement.
And trying desperately to keep my head in the game. Last night with Eddie had electrified me. His lips, his tongue, the carnal way he looked at me... It had been a hard struggle to keep my mind on anything but him. Even now, his bite between my legs tingled, a not-so-subtle reminder of what I could have again in the ne
