The autumn leaves rustle in the air above her, whispers of red and orange. When she looks around, the colors are all she can see. Is that a tree? An old windmill ahead? The details fade, lost in a shifting haze of muted brilliance. Then Caine is there, waiting for her at the end of the trail. She...
Gregor was huge, but he moved like a diesel truck. Caine watched the muscles in his assailant's shoulders compress as the man wound back for a punch. Like a tree felled by a lumberjack, Gregor's massive right arm swung through the air in a powerful blow, but he had telegraphed the direction o...