Chapter 3
With Lathe’s help, Anjelo slowly became a distortion of himself.
Where once he had the soft, handsome look of a young man, now his face was unyielding and guarded. It was the face that was reserved for the ghouls that haunted the streets. Each night as he slowly slipped into his street personality his emotions became easily triggered, his eyes full of suspicion as he sliced his gaze one way, then the other.
The change became complete when he finally understood that the designer lace he wore made him an easy target. He’d learned so well that the next time he stood on the dark streets of Manhattan, he was clothed in the cool shades of the night, and even covered his face with dirt. He stalked the streets melting in and out of the darkness, blending with the nighttime shadows and
