Since the day I met Charlotte, my Virgin, we have helter-skeltered from one crisis to another…
Her past has constantly pursued her, ruling her, robbed her of what she deserves. None of it her fault, she has simply been the survivor of everything life has dealt her.
Would I change any of it?
No. Nothing.
Charlotte’s past is what has made her what she is. Strong. Fearless. Resourceful. Even in the dire situation she’s in, imprisoned in her cell, racked with pain, coughing up green slime, she found the way to tell us where she is.
They’re coming for you, Jade-Eyes…
And me?
I’m the decoy.
The night is dark, icy and with the merest hush of a breeze. High cloud makes a haze of the stars but does little to blanket in what passed for the heat of the day. The streets are glazed to a hoared
