Emmalee

Soren stops toward me slowly, his hands clasped behind his back. His hair is a black curtain framing his face and accentuating the intensity of his gaze.

It suddenly occurs to me that he has changed these past few weeks. Cade's death, no doubt. The two of them were inseparable and had been since we all met for the very first time all those years ago.

"First," he starts, "I'm going to tell you exactly what I want from you. Then, you'll be allowed to fling whatever demand you have at ...