the ridge would have to be revisited. asmodeus was intrigued by contemplating whatever sort of feminine treasure might be sequestered up there by angry men.

he passed through the taiga, found no fresh trail of jorunn, and moved on. she had said if after all. the man crossed the invisible line and stood looking with black eyes toward the nearby bypass. again.

perhaps someone there might want a taste.

the man tilted back his head and called lewdly into the cold air.