They were miles into the forest now. Cameo had no idea at all where they were. Not near that broken-down farmhouse where Haffef apparently lived, or at least kept his coffin. A cold wind blew past her, winding around their bodies to a small clearing a few feet in front of them. Snow whipped around in a small cyclone until a form stood before them. Haffef.Cameo and Jules froze in place."Your eyes," Haffef said, looking at Cameo. "You've been drinking human blood."She said nothing.The Master regarded them coldly for a moment, but then nodded at Jules, and his mouth cracked open into half a smile, "Good boy. Did as I asked and brought me what I wanted."Cameo met Jules' eyes questioningly.Jules looked at the ground.Haffef pulled out a pair of old pruning shears and a large glass vessel. "Come to me, Gwen."Cameo's eyes widened. She took a step back.His brow furrowed, "I said come to me!"His words had no meaning to her. She stood there stupidly, not really knowing what he was talking about."Hold her," Haffef said to Jules."No."Cameo turned and ran."No?
