Part 1 | Part 2 “Lachesis has a lot of explaining to do,” the dark-haired woman muttered to herself as she stormed the familiar path between the puddles of standing water amongst the darkened trees. Skotádne rubbed the skin around her finger, where she felt the loop of thread connecting her to the other thing ...

Catch up on Parts 1 | 2 here before reading the conclusion   He locked the door behind him and crashed onto the couch. He knew he would have to relax and catch his breath. It would only be a moment, but it was necessary. And while he lay there, thinking too many horrible thoughts, he ...