AJ stood, shivering in her evening gown in the small clearing under the dim light of the half moon, her legs soaked from her knees to her bare, bruised feet. Razvan Striggoi held out his tanned, manicured hand and smiled, his perfect teeth, white and blinding. “Mrs. Wilder, take my hand and let us find your wandering husband.”
The boat paddle came whistling from out of the darkness and slammed into Striggoi’s head, crushing his ear and turning out his lights.
Matt grabbed AJ’s hand and said, “Okay, NOW it’s time to get out of here, I’ve found a ride.”