Chapter 8
Graham surveyed the ruins of what had once been the home he’d shared with Morton. Though they hadn’t lived there for centuries, in the scheme of things not long at all, they’d loved their house. They’d felt safer there than they’d felt anywhere.
When he had Morton back, and he told himself he definitely would have Morton back, and Seymour had been obliterated once and for all, they’d build a new house. One he hoped they would make their home for a very long time.
He’d been forced to steal a car to get back to Los Angeles and he’d driven as far as he dared, almost pushing it too far when the sun peeked over the horizon. Seymour had quite the head start on him, unfortunately.
Right now he needed access to the underground storage they had carefully created, so he went to the bac
