The swords dropped from the guards’ hands, clattering off the floor as their necks twisted to the sides, cracking. “You’ll probably be concerned to hear this, but also not surprised,” Casteel said, and the smoky, spicy flavor in my mouth crowded out the taste of death. “But I found that wildly…hot.” “There’s something wrong with him,” Reaver muttered from behind us. “Isn’t there?” There most definitely was, but I loved him for it.
