~CASSELBA'S POV
THE DRIVE ACROSS TOWN is marked by our pounding hearts and a resurging chemical atmosphere. Clarence sits by the wheel while I take the seat directly opposite hers, wriggling my hands on my thighs, fingers winding and unwinding as I try my possible best to keep calm.
I fail. Miserably.
My blood remains hot as the Escalade peels into the early night. We'd left the fine restaurant some minutes ago and clearly neither of us was liking were our hands now rested. I for one want mine to be someplace else. Somewhere hot and soft. Particularly, someone.
The very woman beside me.
As we sweep around blocks of the narrow road, I spot the hanging cloaks dangling from trees. The little lights placed inside them gleam like demonic red eyes as the car speeds by. Exactly what the 'Halloweeners' intended I suppose.
