CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Just as that first taste of meat had driven her to Allerwood Church, so Freya found herself once more among the headstones. Statues rose around her; some weeping angels, others Sin in its various guises. She moved between the angels and the demons, knowing full-well that neither were honest depictions. There were no divine forces, no hellish creatures, only beasts of the earth, with their feelings and their drives, however base or noble. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. The church was another lie, founded to keep the residents of Lynnwood happy in their lives, to keep them placid, when underneath they seethed with instinct.
She left the statues behind and moved across the churchyard. There, on the very outskirts, just off the gravel path, one headstone stood, n
