Arc 3: All That Glisters (Part 1)

‘You weren’t human,’ I accuse. Canus’s mortal face is still floating before my eyes, an uncanny contrast to the face I see blinking wearily at me from his favourite chaise. I throw the letters at him, not caring that a corner of the beautifully carved box they’re in knocks into the arm of his seat before he catches it.

‘James Chantrell,’ I add. ‘You weren’t human.’

This brings him up very short. He sits upright and stares down at the box.

‘Go on,’ I say. ‘They’re yours more than mine.’

He doesn’t open it.

‘You asked me if I remembered anything, but I didn’t. You remembered, though, didn’t you? Or you wouldn’t have asked. Or you wouldn’t have found me again and turned me.’

I’m throwing out shots in the dark at this point. I don’t know what happened, and I’m not sure I want to know. I didn’t finish reading the letters last night, nor did I even try to look at the email conversation. I don’t know why I didn’t. I just sat down in my bed and stayed like that until this morning, when I