Trinity's POV
I was shoved down the darkened stairway of the cellar. To be down here like a helpless pup was a bit annoying. I had some skills; surely, they could recall how I kicked one of Josiah's friends in the balls. Along with that, knocked a gun out of their hand. I huffed, irritated by being shoved down here. I could protect those who are down here defenseless, I suppose.
Who was I kidding, really? A human in a supernatural world. I could barely fend off the guys my father had sent to either kill me or drag me back to a loveless marriage. Feeling in control was something I craved, and right now, I certainly didn't have any control.
It was cold, a little damp; this was an after-thought type of cellar, I decided. Almost like a large hole in the ground, the dirt was packed down t
