Alexander and Micah went to the garage and got into a black car. The drive to Micah’s mother’s apartment was comfortable. “How do we find one man with purple eyes?” Alexander grumbled. “We have less than four months to find him and find the stupid lake.”
“He’ll have purple eyes; surely he can’t be too hard to find,” Micah replied, frowning.
“Unless he wears coloured contacts or has had some surgery to have normal eyes. The list goes on,” he said, and Micah rolled his eyes.
“Now you’re just trying to make things harder for us.”
“Am I wrong?”
Micah groaned. “Not entirely, but still.” The two laced into silence once again.
“Your heat is soon, Micah.”
“I know. I have my suppressors.”
“Do you want to stay here where you will be comfortable until it’s over?”
“No. We deal with the funer
