Sleepy Fox Hollow Catacombs and water mains.

Anselm was about to make his move when Etienne became aware of him. The seacoast boy whirled around with wide golden eyes, his face stained a dark purple.

Anselm did not straighten from his hunter's pose.

There was a dark part of him that took sick delight in the way Etienne gasped; the way his muscles tensed as he realized he was in peril.

Anselm did not answer. Instead, his simmering gaze met Etienne's unabashed, and he took

one

more

step

forward.