One night in the beginning of winter, before the pond froze over, about nine o'clock, I was startled by the loud honking of a goose, and, stepping to the door, heard the sound of their wings like a tempest in the woods as they flew low over my house.
Jessi froze, not completely connecting with the fact she stood in a place unlike the coastal southern California area.
Past-Death froze at the door.
She froze as their lips met.
Rhyn froze. The voice was Gabriel's, but the assassin's argument was unlike Gabe, who would know exactly what Rhyn would do after their conversation in Hell.