(It’s been slow lately, not many hunts, although Jack and I have searched for plenty. But it’s movement from the corner of my eye and the sweet scent of wildflowers in spring that has my head turning. The Winchester Omega, her eyes flicker, following the movement of my wings, tucked over the chair I’m lounging in as I try to teach Jack more about his powers. Maybe I imagine it because she shakes her head and moves into the kitchen the next second.)
Comments
0No comments yet.