Aeonian: Chapter Sixty-Four
Chapter Sixty-Four
Chapter Sixty-Four
“Open the window,” said the voice of Bartholomew. He lifted a finger and tapped, teasingly, at the glass. “Open the window and let me in, my love.”
I hesitated. How much did I want to know the end of the story? How much was it worth? To trust this creature who had more than once tricked and overtaken my mind to lure me from this house, …
