Chapter 11: Reckoning

Because of the Love Hex, Salvatore Casson felt a pull toward the woman before him. He couldn't help taking her cool, creamy hand. Her fingers were long and slender, almost translucent. So this was what the ancients meant by skin like congealed fat. He bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand. A man and a woman behind her stiffened. The man stepped forward to make a move, but the woman checked him with a glance. Salvatore asked, earnest, "What should I call you, beautiful?" "Catalina Lashbrook,"...