He was bathing in guilt. But he couldn’t determine if the dreams were really Cecile, reaching out from the grave to torment him with things he could not change, or his own immense, overpowering guilt at having taken a life and failing to preserve another. ...
“Vlad,” Joss sounded out of breath as he flung himself into the room. His skin was also disturbingly pale and small beads of sweat clung to his brow. “I have to talk to you. Now. Alone.” Tomas raised a sharp eyebrow, but moved silently from the room. Vlad couldn’t help but wonder where the conver...
He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he did know that his pace getting to the clearing was a bit slower than it had been the day before. As promised, he found Abraham in the clearing. Joss gave a wide berth to the shed where the whip now hung, and approached his uncle with false confidence. Abraham...