Chapter 27
Good Goddamn!
Steven watched, his right hand lay forgotten on the butt of his revolver, as the swarm of bees that had descended on Clara Grey thinned, faded, vanished.
What was left of her looked barely human.
He saw Angel lying in the grass a few feet away, remarkably alive. Fainted, but upon closer inspection, completely unmarked by the killer swarm that had seemed to congregate around her before killing the old woman.
He’d come again hoping to find Grim, with an eye on gaining more of Evelyn’s favors. But it wasn’t Grim that had caused Amber Ipstien to s***h her wrists that morning. He’d heard through the grapevine that this girl had fought with Amber, and had done something to her, what exactly, no one could say for sure.
It was this girl, Clara Grey’s Angel, who ha
