Date = 26 November
Place = New Haven (One of Jackson’s places)
POV - Damion
The cold in New Haven has teeth.
Not the polite late autumn kind either. The vicious kind that crawls down the collar of your coat and gnaws at your spine while whispering — you should have stayed somewhere warm.
The night air tastes like cold stone and old money. I notice things like that.
The scent of rain soaked into brick. The faint metallic tang of winter creeping in from the harbor. The lingering trace of cinnamon and pumpkin drifting from some cozy little deli around the corner.
The small details most people ignore.
I shove my hands deeper into the pockets of my jacket as we step into the waiting car.
Jackson and Logan got into the Tri-State area early yesterday morning. Long enough to settle in and
