![]() ![]() Every breath a lifetime of worry.īehind her, the doors to the library were locked up tight for the night. She knew the trip from Beacon Hill to her location shouldn’t take long. A lone gray striped Tabby cat, its fur matted down wet and cold slunk along the edge of the building looking for a place to lay low for the night. The bushes closest to the stairs shifted. And things hadn’t gotten strange like this until she’d gotten mixed up with Steve. ![]() Was it the Soul Eater? Or just someone who had some other unnatural interest in her? She supposed she was attractive enough to warrant a stalker. She wasn’t sure when he’d started following her. She wasn’t sure when she’d become aware of him. The closest streetlight put out a pitiful amount of illumination that barely penetrated the ravenous shadows lingering on the yellowed fringes. Cold rain and sleet sprayed across her face even though she waited under the entryway of the secret library. The dogwood trees that blossomed white in the Spring groaned under the gusts of cold wind whipping through the street. ![]() ![]() Lauren marveled at the way Marlborough Street could go from looking like a picturesque and homey slice of upscale urban life to a shadowy enclave of hidden secrets and deeper fears. ![]()
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