Seven:
The day came and passed as I read up on the Shadow Stalkers. They were apparently some truly nasty gits. While the Avalonian breakdown of the Shadow-verse was unremarkable, I did understand some basic instincts. Mainly, the Shadow Stalkers thrived on fear. They fed from lower beings fearing them. In their home world, fear was said to be as palpable in the air as cooking meals are on earth.
“You should try to get some rest. You’re not going to solve this case simply by forcing yourself to push through on nothing but coffee.”
Quinn told me, and I gave him a droopy look.
“I’m in no hurry to go home. Gobby wolf, and a sad human prowling about. You know, Anne sent me a string of crying face emojis. I feel like I’ve lost years of my Celtic warrior credit, just because I know what ea
