Straven

“Yes, I happen to be right here,” said a female voice behind Cas, making him turn.

Cas hadn’t seen Bronwen Sade in at least nine years. That meant she had to be sixty-something years old. The wildness of Birchwoods had mercy on her beauty; she was still stunning with her Whitecrown features of gold eyes and white hair that she’d shorn just above her shoulders. Her smile was long and thin with genuine happiness to see him, but there was still wariness in ...