EIGHTY-THREE | FLAWED (PART 2)

The stars suddenly felt distant and cold up above. The warmth of their embers was gone, replaced by a white light that offered no heat.

“Why?” I asked. “What happened?”

“After I turned Nettie, I didn’t see her for a very long time. I finished my studies at Oxford, and I was accepted into the clergy.” He smirked. “I was different, back then. I was bored. I had no goals in life, no purpose. So I travelled around, searching for something – anything – and then, over a century later, I found Nettie again.”

The forest was thickening around us, the path shrinking yet further as it took us beneath the arching boughs of the trees. They blocked out even the cold light of the stars, and I had to rely on my enhanced, supernatural vision to see. It was colder in the woods, too, shaded and quiet. I wriggled my numb toes desperately inside my boots. Though I’d not