Chapter 37
“The mind can lock away the truth to survive the night, but when the soul awakens, it demands payment in the currency of tears.” — Unknown Cassius slid through the narrow corridor of the pharmacy, his sneakers silent against the linoleum. His hand rested on the framework of the glass door, his eyes narrowing into slits as he tracked the wet scratching sound. It wasn't a beast of the moon. Perched on the outer ledge, its beak bloodied from frantically striking the glass, was a large, unusually massive crow. Its feathers were oily black, but its eyes did not have the dull glint of an animal. They burned with a pale, human-like intelligence. Cassius opened the door in a breath. Before the avian spy could take flight, his hand snapped out and clamped around its torso. The creature let o
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