*Wicky*
“Hello, Luna.”
I don’t remember falling asleep in the chair by the fire, but a smooth, ominous voice sends a tremor through me. Fighting down fear, I open my eyes.
A great hulk of a man crouches before me. Riverdale. Only it isn’t. This man bears a horrid scar from cheek to chin. He’s unshaven, his hair an unruly mess. His clothing isn’t tailored to fit him but looks like something he might have taken from a beggar. He wears a coarse black coat. His arms are beefier, his hands rougher.
“Riverdale,” I reply, grateful my voice is steady. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“I think you were expecting me, but I still managed to take your lover by surprise.”
I shake my head, “My lover? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He shifts slightly, and I see Billy lying on the carpet, his han
