The house was as I had last seen it, dusty and small. It couldn’t really be called a house anyway, it was a hunter’s cabin. They were only used to provide hunters with some shelter until they move on again. There was one small bed, on which Edric had laid Michael, and a kitchen with an empty food supply. The war had seen to the last of that.
I was sitting next to Michael’s bed, with my back against the wall. Edric had chosen to sit against the opposite wall, with his eyes only on me. It made me feel queasy, like he could read all of my thoughts. It might be a vampire thing, I really had no way of knowing.
Though he was fast asleep, I held onto Michael’s hand. He felt cold against my skin and didn’t squeeze back.
“Why aren’t you leaving?” I finally broke the silence when I could no lon
