REVENANT
Book Two of the Lychos Cycle
Sage stumbles over the threshold. The culprit, torn carpeting come loose from the metal strip holding it down. A faint odor rises to my sensitive nose with each step, memories of all the feet that have passed down this hall, to this room we've lied to rent.
He manages to right himself as I slip the door shut behind us. His sea-green eyes meet mine, lips trying to smile around a grimace of pain as my shoulder brushes his when I turn to support him. Damn it, the left side, where the bite festers under his jacket. The bite that's led us here, to this run-down hotel in the heart of Kiev.
I ease him down on the creaking bed, trying not to think of what might be living under the thin sheets, the spotted comforter, in the heart of the mattress. Since when
