Content for the moment to remain unseen, Geelie let her eyes drift dreamily across the front seat of the black car to Dean.

This one was so pretty!

Perhaps she could hold off on killing him. After all, it had been years since she'd spent any "special" time with her prey. Not since the fortnight she'd spent with a groom for one of the big houses.

What had been his name?

Frowning, Geelie thought back, but the only thing she could remember was his beauty, his strong hands, and the surprised look on his face when she'd taken his life.