Chapter 112 The Hunt

• Their house had a path that led to the woods. Tall trees with branches stretched so thick they blocked out the sun. Silas wasn’t a real fan of the sun, so most days he came here to think or to ease his mind. Kerry avoided this place like it was hell itself. It reminded her too much of the Elton Forest.
• Silas had dragged her here. She was still cursing and kicking, trying to set herself free. Her husband ensured he was a good distance away from the house before setting her down. She immediately tried to punch him.
• He caught her hand effortlessly. “Really?”