Dare

The cabin’s so quiet I can hear the clock ticking in the kitchen. Fucking loud as hell.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

I want to rip the motherfucker off the wall and hurl it out a closed window just so I can watch the glass shatter. I don’t know how Archer lives with the damn thing with his heightened shifter hearing, but I’m reaching my limit.

Sable, Ridge, Amora, and Archer sit around the table playing cards, while Trystan wears a groove into the floor by the front window. He’s the only one who looks how I feel—on edge, ready to break apart at the seams.

The witches...