“Frank was in the hospital for days,” Helen said softly.
“Tenebri bites don’t normally scar, but he really went to town,” Dr. DiNovi said lightly. “The beard helps cover it up, but you can still see a little, here.” He turned his head, and I could see the white lines of scars crosshatching his neck and jawline, some flat, others healed into grooves and puckers.
“Gabriel wouldn’t talk about happened to Claire,” Helen said. “And he left town as soon as he knew Frank was going to be all right. We had to piece things together from news reports.”
“Apparently Claire was in with a bad crowd,” Dr. DiNovi said. “And at least three of the crowd claimed to be her boyfriend.”
Helen winced. She, of course, would know, or could surmise, the pain of watching her Lumi with someone else.
“The night Cl
