@beyond-the-veille
Nikola pressed the doorbell again and ran his hand through Dane’s hair, adjusting the toddler’s position on his hip. “Shh, we’ll be out of the cold soon.” He stood on the doorstep of the last address they had on file for Scarlett, in the middle of the night, the wind hitting his back. Even though Helen was off trying to gather the next ingredients for his treatments, he still had to try this. He had to try.









