Chapter 111: Don't Take Rides From Strangers

Ty

Early in the morning, Ty rented a boat and sailed to Crete. Despite the warning of not rummaging in Zarna's ashes and bones, he wanted to check once more for Alice's necklace. It wasn't as if Zarna could possess him that much quicker if he searched through her remains again, could she? He was already cursed.

Sand shifted between his toes and into his sandals as he hiked across the beach. A familiar red-haired woman caught his eyes.

"Come see me, Ty," the woman said.

He remembered her from last summer, a saleswoman, who took an annual vacation here.

Another buxom brunette waved. "Ty, over here."

Several women gave him glances over lowered sunglasses, but he didn't stop, even though the incubus in him would have. Maybe after a time, he would again feed, or he ought to let himself fade away.