Warning: This chapter includes content of s****l violence and mentions rape
I rode Zina to the village the next day. Dorian had been gone three weeks and was hunting at night and evading me during the day. Why did he come to see me now? Did he think that I would ever have another reaction to his killing someone for sport then what I had the night before?
It was becoming cooler every day. Autumn showing it’s colors here and it was so beautiful. The trees around the village were now burnt orange and dark yellows. Every morning there was that encasement of fog over the lake into the forest trees that gave it the same haunting beauty, and myself goosebumps.
Today the village was making mulled wine to stay warm. Christina offered me a cup before travelling up the road to see Fay and help he
