A painful process, if their howls were anything to go by.
Fascinated by the macabre spectacle, Amelia nearly missed when the cur behind her began to move forward. Pressing herself to the tree, she shook her head in disgust as she recognized the man who was trying to sneak up behind Stefan.
A red-headed, fiery-tempered demon, Frankie always had more brawn than brain.
And thankfully, that included ramming headlong into a battle without making sure he wasn’t about to be out-flanked.
Following silently in his wake, Amelia pressed her gun to the back of his head.
“Hello, Frankie,” she murmured. “Miss me?”
With a foul curse, Frankie whirled around, murder in his eyes. “Bitch.”
Before he could guess her intent, Amelia hit the i***t on his hard head with the butt of her gun, the force sendi
