Willow's POV

The drive was short, but each second stretched painfully, every shadow and bump in the road making my pulse jump. The eerie delivery that had arrived at my office days ago, a package with dead, rotting meat still lingered in my mind. Someone was out there, someone dangerous, and they wanted to shake me to my core. As if I wasn’t already looking over my shoulder with every step. I tried to focus on getting to Ruby’s mom’s house to see Daniel and Ella, but a heavy feeling of ...