Ravensblood Forest Μέσα στη δίνη

Did he believe in bad luck, cosmic accountants than ran the numbers on karmic debt and karmic affluence? To Gav the world was nothing except what he saw in front of him. 

He grew pensive, and sucked at his teeth.

The last time I was at that beach, I scared this little girl halfway to death. And this complete stranger tried to compel me under the power of Christ, or something, he wanted to add, but he had no idea how to explain it. But why not go for a walk? Fuck-all else to do.

He proffered another winning smile which turned into a wince as it tugged at scar tissue.  

I'm Gavrel, by the way. But Gav is fine. Preferred, even.