Finn didn’t just die. He evaporated into my pores.
The "accident" of the drain was a lie I could no longer tell myself. I felt my teeth sinking into the boy’s life-force, unspooling his memories like silk thread. I saw his first hunt, I felt his crush on a girl named Lyra in the kitchen, I tasted his fear of the dark—and I drank it all.
"Finn! My baby!" Sarah’s scream wasn't a sound; it was a physical blow. She threw herself onto the gray, papery thing that had been her son. It didn't even look like a body anymore. It looked like an old, discarded skin.
"You demon!" Sarah shrieked, her eyes wild, her fingers clawing at the frozen mud. She looked at me with a hatred so pure it burned hotter than the Council's lasers. "You ate his soul! Silas, look at her! She’s glowing with my son’s bloo
