Nothing pulled it, but its huge wheels still rolled and came to a stop precisely where they were meant to. But things changed. Sex He couldn’t help but squirm. He wanted to take her in his arms (gently) and say very foolish things then, and the only thing that stopped him was another voice, half-recognized, and an even more familiar scent, from somewhere nearby. That meant–
The doorbell rang. Along the way they exchanged gossip: The final Massachusetts coven had parted, their circle forever broken. “Why call me?”
“We want you to save us,” said Anne. We talked to her.”
Chann’s jaw dropped. Shallow streams of blood painted her, mingling with the melted wax on the altar stone. To hell with all of them, he thought. But things changed. It wasn‘t a particularly big graveyard or a particularly old one, but it was still a sacred place, and good enough for their purposes tonight. We’re asking because we NEED you. He muted the TV without ever taking his eyes (or his mouth) off Diana. “Why call me?”
“We want you to save us,” said Anne. He remembered the coppery taste of meat right off the bone on nights like this, too.
