Page 121 of Reaper Unhinged

My body responded with instant eagerness. “Yes, please.”

He took my hand, and we headed toward the lift. Grayson was about to press the call button when a gust of air blew through the house—warm and floral-scented.

The hairs on my nape stood to attention. Grayson had gone very still too, his grip on my hand flexing. He released me, and we both turned to the entrance to find a woman standing there.

She was dressed for summer, hair braided with flowers, feet bare, and totally out of place against the winter backdrop behind her. But what grabbed me by the throat and shook me was her face.

She had my face.

“Hello, Seraphina Dawn,” she said. “We have a problem.”

To be continued….