At first touch she’d believed it to be a wall. But no, the evil bastard who’d tied his soul to this place had made a giant egg the size of semitruck’s trailer. There was no way in or out, no creases and no door. She’d wandered every over every curve and angle, every single fingertip’s worth of sp...
A chill raced over her skin that had nothing to do with the slight drizzle of rain or the fifty-degree weather sneaking up her skirt. No. She knew that cold. I shouldn’t have come out tonight. She should already be racing down the highway, halfway to anywhere else. But she’d never been much good ...