Even before he opened his eyes, Gabe knew he wasn’t alone. Had the old woman betrayed him?
He sprang up and seized his visitor by the throat.
The young man—he was hardly more than a boy—didn’t struggle. He just gazed at Gabe calmly.
“Who are you?” Gabe demanded.
“I’m Owen Littlebury.”
“Littlebury?”
“Remember was my great-great grandfather.” He tilted his head. “So are you. Mother Morwen sent word that she needed me. I’m here to help you bury him. Would you mind releasing me?”
“Sorry.” Gabe let him go, and Owen gave himself a shake.
“Thanks. Do you…uh…need to feed?”
“What do you know about it?”
“Mother Morwen told me about you and Remember.”
“Do you realize what you’re offering me?”
“Of course. I’m not stupid.” Rather than tilting his head and offering his throat, Owen extended
