Old Flames

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in sight. It didn’t bother him. Darkness was at his core, expressed only through his fiction. July had revealed her true nature

tonight, and he had no reason to hide his, not if it could help her. He dug out the lighter in his pocket, flicked it, and

the flame leaped to life. He studied the shadows and watched for movement between the trees. He listened. He waited.

“Whatever you are,” he said, his tone even, “you better leave her the fuck alone.”