Chapter 705

• Caleb watched their display of defiance, his finger hovering over the trigger. He didn’t fire.
• Instead, he lowered the barrel and began to laugh, a deep, mocking sound that echoed beneath the dark canopy.
• “Oh, this is precious,” Caleb sneered. “The damsel in distress and the court jester think they’re a strike team. What’s the plan, Charlotte? You’re going to punch me with those delicate knuckles while the boy tries to prune me like a hedge?”