Chapter 9
The shopping went smoothly. Drew even bought Artem a sweater he took a shine to, never mind the fact it would be pointless once he got back home. If he got back home. Back outside, Artem rubbed the knit hem between his fingers much the way he had with the dog’s ear. That had been for comfort, this was because he now had something that was his and his alone and that felt nice. While Drew searched for his keys, Artem checked out their surroundings. The early morning sunshine had vanished behind a blanket of gray clouds and he suspected it meant more snow. Oddly enough, he was fond of the stuff, kicking at a nearby snow pile.
He felt a tug, snapping his head around, almost instantly picking out a soul that beckoned to him. The man’s aura was dirtied, sullen, and came with the sten
