This little shit was winding her up; he had been deliberating for at least three minutes.
Faith was still waving at strange men who were still ignoring her.
“Did you just try to lick me?”
She was rudely disturbed by the blood-curdling sound of April screaming.
She felt like something… darker.
Where was the butler with a terrible pudding when you needed one?
Caleb Vatore was in her house and now she had no idea what to do next.
April had never felt like this, petrified and thrilled in equal measure.
Didn’t they know the daughter of Sandy Moss was turning eighteen today?
Sandy Moss wanted a large glass of wine, not a child.