ANY MONSTER THAT SHARES alcohol with you tends to lose some of its horror factor. And with my jeans back on, I was feeling a lot less vulnerable.
The Beast passed another couple of cans across and took up residence on a corner of the bed. This was the only real furniture in the flat, so we’d stayed where we were after realizing that our lives might not come to a sudden end. It had had to settle for local beer, though. I was relieved that this had not provoked any kind of violent outburst.
“Not Cernunnos, then?” Morag confirmed.
“Nope.”
“Satan?” I suggested.
They both looked at me sympathetically. At least It didn’t shake its head in disgust. I would have liked to have been able to say that about both of them.
“The name’s Steve, actually.”
I coughed on my beer. “What?”
“Steve. That’
