Page 367 of Chaos has a Name
The whole time, she knew he was watching her.
Because he felt like it, and it was rare that Caspian got to take a moment for himself, he headed her way. When she turned, he lifted her up, and planted her ass right on the counter so they were closer to the same height. Then, he kissed her.
With all he had.
If Elizabeth solved this case in the next two days, like she was prone to do, these little moments would be all he had to remember her.
So he made as many memories as he could.
As he kissed her like it was the last one he’d ever be able to give her, she held on, and enjoyed it.
Until her damn dog started scratching at the door. Honestly, Beau had the world’s smallest bladder. When she broke the kiss, it was only because he was barking.
“Damn dog,” she muttered, staring into his eyes.
He nuzzled her cheek with his own.
“Get that tea ready, Rayna. I have to go play Archangel.”
She would.
Hopping down as he pulled on his shoes, she went to the door that was on her deck in the back of the cabin, and opened it.
And when she did, she gasped, stepping backward and nearly falling over Beau.
He wasn’t barking to go out.
No, he was barking because at some point in the middle of the night, someone had been there.
“Cas,” she said, standing there.
When he headed her way, he saw it.
Sitting on the doorstep of the kitchen door was a skull. It’s eyes were gone, and it was hella fleshy.
“I think I just found Thomas Adsila’s head,” she said. “And it’s sitting next to another bone whistle.”
Well, holy shit.
Now, Caspian was beyond worried.
He was betting this was going to blow up. Rayna was in danger.
And he didn’t like that.
Not.
One.
Bit.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
One Hour Earlier
Six A.M.
Timothy’s Cabin
