Chapter 9

• "Prue..." he said, taking the step I took by moving toward me. With the counter at my back, I was trapped there by his chest, his dominating presence commanding all the air between us, making my chest feel tight and my head feel light.
• "Don't," I said, shaking my head a little frantically, the closest I could bring myself to begging him to let it go, let it drop, leave me and my false sense of self alone.
• His mouth opened, then closed. His breath exhaled hard. Then he gave me a small nod. "So these cookies, are they poisoned?"