Chapter Eleven
It was a story the demon had told us while we were growing up when he came to the packhouse to spend time with the others. I could still remember the animated way that he imitated Eli, Own, and Drake. Or the high-pitched way that he would talk when he pretended to be Abby in the stories.
Sam still kept the same apartment for the times that he and Abby spent alone together. More often than not, he was at the family house that sat deep in the packlands. Wanting to be closer to Abby and the others, even though he always said otherwise.
"So, what did you want to do after Moonlight?" I asked, moving over to the stairwell beside Sid.
"I think you already know what I want to do, Evy." Sid smirked, giving me a heated look. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling my body close
