Chapter 17

Driving home in a stolen car - breaking speed limits, mounting a curb or two, and rear-ending a car at a light and then zooming off - a part of him kind of hoped the cops would stop him just so he could vent. Resisting arrest sounded like just the thing he needed right about now.

Alas, the cops let him fly like an Antichrist out of Hell, and he made it home in record time.

Alone.

Because Isobel didn't want him.

Bitch.

No, not a bitch. Even angry with her, he couldn't hate her. Who could blame her for not wanting a bum who only had aspirations of grandeur and underwear with holes?

For now.

She'll wish she was nicer when I finally do come into my power. Even if, at times, he doubted his fate.

How he wished he could have found a way to get her to like him now. As he was.

Just a man and woman who met in a cemetery and bonded over dead people.