The car moved swiftly in silence, tension thick as a fog between Seamus and his father. Andrew hadn't even allowed Diane to drive with them.
Isolde had enrolled her as a new student in his major just last week, and today was her first day.
Today should be the perfect way to make father-daughter bond which Andrew should be excited about. But there they were, awkward and cold.
'What's wrong with him?' Seamus's gaze drifted toward his father.
Andrew looked sober, shockingly sober.
He hadn't seen him like this in over ten years. Not even the faintest smell of weed clung to his clothes.
'This is actually scary…' Seamus decided not to dwell on it and turned his eyes back to the window.
Since Roanna's revelation, scavenger activity had gone silent. Three days without an attack. No movement at the usual haunts makes his hunts futile. Everything was dead quiet, like the calm before a storm.
And that necklace Isolde had given him still gnawed at the back of his mind.
