ss spirits. Rain lashed against the cottage roof, and thunder cracked the night wide open. Lily Ar
Restlessness. Or that creeping sense that she was meant for somet
p in the woods. The town of Silverpine might've been only a twenty-minute drive away, but out here, it felt li
he hea
thing closer. Heavy. Violent.
fr
d-a low, pained groan
ncoat. Against all logic, her feet moved toward the door. It migh
g deeper stirred. A pull.
d and hissed around her. She scanned the shadows, raising the lantern high.
she s
d streaking his chest and arms. His body was curled in pain
r-hot, slick with rain and sweat. His hair, soaked and wild, clung to a
ispered. "Can
own. Gold, like molten sunlight. They locked on h
a single word be
un