Chapter 7

“Gavin Strauss is the head of this wing,” Dyball explained when he saw Matthew eyeing the lights warily. “He is extremely photophobic and somewhat leucistic. You’ll understand more after you meet him.”

The corridor was more ominous than cold, so when Matthew found himself shivering, he forced his body to quit. These two men had obviously done a good job in setting up their little Bl?dsinnand he decided to take that as a compliment. At least they’d gone to the effort of attempting a bit of intrigue, rather than resorting to interns draped in sheets and shaking chains while bemoaning Christmases past. Or was that Christmas future?

Matthew shook his head to dispel the thought and was startled when his sleeve was caught.

“In here, Doctor.”