Chapter 70

The night was still, not even a light breeze moving the heavy air. But the candle flickered out, shadows falling over the grave once again. The stranger lit a second match, and the candle caught again. For about two seconds, before it snuffed out, like somebody smothered the dancing flame. The man swore, the word a mere whisper, but loud in the otherwise silent cemetery. Distracted by this third attempt to bring the wick to life, he didn’t notice Gideon’s approach.

He launched himself toward the man as late as possible, not wanting to disturb even the air to give a warning. His arms closed around him, but the reaction was swift, the stranger squirming to be released, hands and feet lashing out to try and break free. In spite of his preternatural strength, Gideon struggled to maintain a firm grip. It was like holding a man-sized eel, sinuous muscles flexing and twisting until they finally slipped away.