C3 The Devil’s Bargain

Unlike some wet ink, the days melted away, staying gray in the sky; the silence there was as of some truth. Eli tended his herbs, keeping his hands busy. His brain betrayed him constantly and always pulled him back to the barn where red eyes in the dark kissed him on the lips.

Amon never spoke too much throughout the day. He remained somewhere in the barn, at rest, healing, watching