Chapter 13
They were enveloped in the glow of the Christmas tree, curled up next to each other on Drew’s sofa. Drew had wrapped himself in a blanket, both drinking fresh mugs of hot chocolate. It was a calming, peaceful moment, and Artem wished he could stay in it forever. Time, however, was running out, and he would have to find a way to disappear into the night to meet with Cyril. What, he wondered, would Drew think of him once he left? Would Drew spare even a brief thought of the demon who popped into his life during the holiday season? Or would he be all too happy to wash his hands of Artem?
As if in answer to his silent question, Drew took hold of Artem’s hand, and again he felt that odd flutter in his chest. Stronger this time. For a time they sat in silence, holding hands, Drew ru
