Chapter Twenty-Five
The IeróDaniel knew just where his first port of call would be. He guided Alessia and Chrissie at a hurried pace through Crowley, seeing now the fissures and damage his eyes had not truly witnessed when last he was here. The skies were as dark, the rain as unyielding, but he possessed clarity. There was one person he needed to visit before anything else, a person who possessed an unnatural knowledge of the happenings of the town, and one Daniel knew he owed an apology to. His behaviour when last in the Elder's presence had been shameful and nothing short of rude. Yet continuing on this vein he entered his home without knocking.
“Elder, where is my mother?” Daniel questioned urgently as his vision fell upon the ageing man who sat holding a warm drink in his hand. It a
