It was cold outside, the wind biting at his exposed flesh. It would be winter soon, fall ending so quickly. He rubbed his hands together before stuffing them in the leather jacket, his eyes scanning the empty streets. Maorrighan had been all smiles and laughter, but he noticed the worry and concern that seeped into…
5. Of Secret Plans and Other Things
Maorrighan rubbed the back of his neck, his shoulder blades relaxing as the building seemed to relax. His eyes flashed and the dusty yellow lights floated a few feet above the table. He dimmed the electrical lights using the switch on the wall. Soon, he would be open. The sun would set, humans trapped in…