After the doctor came a movie star.
Victor Lang. He was devastatingly handsome, with chiseled features and piercing eyes that had made millions of hearts flutter.
He had starred in countless blockbuster films—war epics, romantic comedies, action thrillers. He had played heroes and villains with equal conviction.
Charlotte had actually been a fan of his work. She had watched his movies with her sisters, had even asked for his autograph at a premiere once.
He approached Mika with a blowtorch in his hand.
The blue flame hissed softly in the quiet library.
"You know." He said, his voice smooth and cultured. "I played a psychopath once. It was for a film called 'Midnight Rising.' Have you seen it? No? Pity. It was some of my best work."
He touched the flame to Mika's arm. The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
