Chapter 6
While the human went off to bed, Artem stood before the window, looking out at the park. The warnings from Cyril were still wicked fresh in his mind. Artem glanced down the short hall that led to Drew’s bedroom. While he slept he was more vulnerable to the influence of the darkness, how easy it would be for Artem to sneak into Drew’s room and whisper deviant half-truths in his ear until he woke wishing to part with his soul for something more promising.
But Artem turned away, focusing instead on the Christmas tree in the corner. It was odd to see, one of the things that baffled him endlessly, this human need to celebrate in a fashion made popular by the druids, especially when it was now traditionally believed that anything pagan was tainted, dirty.
Humans, he suspected he mig
