An accident of birth had signed her death warrant.He could mark her name off his to-do list.
Hurry, Hector urged, and his voice changed as his power surged, his tone and cadence sliding into the rhythm that said he was seeing the future. Battle is in the air. I smell it. I can almost touch it...
I'm calling the police, she said, showing him the phone in her hand.He smiled, and for a moment she forgot about the phone. You don't need the police.No, of course she didn't How silly.