Chapter 4
The snow had ceased and the puffy cotton ball clouds were long gone, leaving in their wake a breathtaking view of the stars; the stubborn buggers refusing to be drowned out by the city lights. As soon as he could pry himself away from the dog, Artem slipped out of the emergency clinic, turmoil boiling inside of him. It was like being at war with two halves of himself and neither side was willing to relinquish its ground or wave a flag of surrender.
When he saw the man, who by now he knew was named Drew, standing there before him, Artem temporarily lost himself. Somehow, someway, he’d found a pure soul without even having to look. True, the glow Drew gave off was faint, suggesting he was on the verge of letting the corrupting touch of darkness creep in, but at the same time he w
