Aeonian: Chapter Sixty-Nine

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Chapter Sixty-Nine

I shrank back from the form of Bartholomew crouched at the side of Philomena. Everything he had said was running through my head. Thoughts, images of the past of pain and suffering he spoke of, and of the creature he and his sister were seeking to bring back to the world. Their mother, who didn’t sound like something I wanted to meet.

I…