Chapter 16
The silver sliver overhead barely cast any light on the hard ground. The trees stretched toward it, skeleton fingers in the dim light. Even the bushes were stripped of their leaves, waving naked and shorn in the cool breeze. The sky was clear, and the stars were nothing but cold points of light. It was unseasonably warm for the second week of December, but that only meant the overnight low was in the mid-thirties instead of the mid-twenties. Darren acknowledged the low temperature by wearing a thin jacket and gloves with the tips of the fingers cut off. Aden, of course, had shifted. He probably didn’t even feel the night’s chill.
Wherever he was.
Darren didn’t care if it was cold. And he didn’t care the moon was only barely returning after being absent for a week. He didn’t e
