Chapter Ten
Sylvie
Miskolc, Hungary
After laying out the corpse and
removing its clothing, pour a thin line
of honey around the body. It will trap
the lice leaving the cooling flesh
and keep them from using you
as their new, warmer home.
~ The Bloodwalker’s Book
Sylvie whipped the rolls out of the oven, transferred the steaming buns onto a plate, and slid it onto the table next to her husband’s half-finished dinner.
The single bulb over the kitchen table barely lit the one-room apartment, but she had no trouble reading the expression on Miron’s face.
“Now you give me rolls?” Miron’s lips curled in a sneer. “Are you stupid? My stew’s finished.”
The tiny stove didn’t have space to cook everything at once. But she kept her lips buttoned. She’d learned.
“Damned sorry excuse for a
