even after all the years since i had been here last everything still looked as it did before . death , this kind of death , has no romance to it . erins hand shook and she tightened her grip on the horseshoe . chapter seventeen the same thing happened as before . `` do you think i would n't rip the earth up around anyone who tried to lay a hand on you ? '' instead i slowed down and considered dad 's question . i pressed the tip of one finger against her opening , finding her wet and ready . 