Chapter 5
The days and nights that followed were spent in blissful happiness. Ryan went about his business as usual, and wouldn’t hear of quitting, and Dane followed him around like a puppy, happy to be in his presence whether they conversed or not. And he’d taken to leaving little presents around the house for Ryan to find—a flower on his pillow, or an “I love you” note on his dusting rag.
The only thing marring this idyllic existence was the frequency with which Dane saw shimmers. And they were getting bigger. He’d catch them out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look at them face on, they’d disappear.
“What are you?” he asked the darkness, but always too late.
Then one evening, he was lying in bed after making love to Ryan. Ryan was already asleep, and Dane’s eyelids w
