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Darke Desires Season 1 Episode 13+14
Tending to Details / In the Cold Light of Day
Tending to Details
I shot upright in the chair with a scream. Every muscle tensed as my eyes darted around the dark warehouse, wide with panic. I was drenched in sweat yet felt cold as ice.
Dante ran up to me, blurting out, “What’s wrong?”
I forced my hyperventilating to slow. I funneled a bit of will and my surroundings brightened. Memories began to trickle as reality came back into focus.
We arrived at Dante’s hidey hole, an old warehouse south of McCormick Place. It was dank and run-down, but it had beds and a kitchenette with a medical-grade fridge and a blood warmer. Anastasia was in no shape to talk. We got her straight to a bed lined with fresh earth. I was sure to lock the door.
I remembered Julian called. He had a lot of good intel, but I was half-asleep and could barely process it. I did tell him to call back if he learned anything else. And then I must’ve fallen asleep in this chair.
My brow furrowed as whisps of a dream unmingled from my memories. After giving Anastasia’s closed bedroom door a dirty look, I…
