Chapter 6

And as if to prove that point, a white envelope was taped to the front door, a cooler resting on the steps. Flynn arched an eyebrow. He pulled the envelope free and retrieved the message inside. The same handwriting, the same scent. With eyes closed, Flynn inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of feathers and sunshine and something he could only think to describe as purity, though it was a bit more tainted than last time by his touch. He couldn’t wait to be completely enveloped by the aroma, to have it overwhelm his senses. Flynn read the note.

I have been away far too long and regret it. No amount of apologizing feels like it will be sufficient enough to make things up to you, Flynn. And so I want to play a game with my little morsel of darkness. Don’t go being a spoil sport. Trust me; it’ll be worth the effort. So pick up the cooler and step inside.