Chapter Eleven
The Warlock Edgar
“What I wouldn’t give to feel love again,” the sad tremulous voice whispered, “for a brief moment, just one moment in time. I would sell my very soul to the Devil for it, if only I had a soul left to sell…”
The voice startled me. I was surprised I hadn’t picked up on his scent or noticed him in the room before, watching us in the dark. Was he another donor waiting in the dark for his turn with me? I could clearly detect the refined scent of his cologne. Why hadn’t I smelled it before? Francois immediately stood up in a protective manner and spoke out rather sternly in the direction of the voice.
“Who’s there? These are private offices. Whoever you are, you risk having your membership revoked from coming in this room without permission.”
“My apologies,
