Matt involuntarily shuddered at the mention of a stake. It was one of the things that could actually kill him properly. Dust and poof. Or something far more painful and messy.
He let out a long sigh and dropped to sit cross-legged on the grass. "I still think this is a bad idea," he repeated. It had taken a lot to get him to finally agree to come out here. Part of him wondered if it was pure irritation that she wouldn't stop unless he agreed.