There was always wind Dustin thought as he stared at the little bungalow that housed Emil and, hopefully, Nicolae. Wind and clouds and foreboding weather—Hollywood itself could not have created a better background for the feelings that were gathering in Dustin’s stomach. The sky had darkened to early evening shades even though the afternoon was still young and everything moved: sky, tree, shrub, even the house seemed to tremble. A clang drew Dustin’s attention and he pressed back against the sidewall of the house. It reminded Dustin of another time, a barn and a bonfire, a man who’s eyes didn’t need to see Dustin hiding against the wall because his heart did. “Do you know I’m here?” Dustin wanted to whisper into the wind but he had no doubts that Aeolus would offer him no reply. Instead, h
