**Cat POV

Luke shot up from the table, lighting more candles. The room filled with a soft, orange glow.

I stayed put, my body feeling cold when the windows started rattling the house.

“Are there shutters on the windows?” I asked when I looked over and saw the glass visibly wiggling in the frame.

“Not yet. I haven’t storm-proofed this property,” Luke reminded me.

The window at the end of the table blew open. The wind whipped ...