“Now I make you pay for all those years you made me wait. All those All Hallows’ Eves, where you never came for me. So crawl away as fast as you can through my pumpkin patch, little field mouse. I’ll still catch you.” My hand dropped to clutch my rock-hard bulge, straining against my breeches. “And when I do, I’m going to break you open and claim your soul…and whatever else spills out.”
