Arthor: Anna Elliott
My grandfather used to say that humans created demons by labeling some forces of magic ‘evil’ and others ‘good.’ Sharks aren’t ‘evil’ for doing what sharks naturally do, even if one bites off your leg. Evil isn’t about action, it’s about choice.
Maybe he was even right.
But at the moment I wasn’t thinking about anything nearly that deep. I’d just woken up in a tangle of sweat-soaked sheets, and I was thinking that I kind of wanted to drive an ice pick into my temple if I ever had the dream about Kieran again.
Whatever demons are, I’m a Hunter, which means I fight them for a living. It also means that my subconscious should have plenty of other nightmare material to work with. I’d even take the old dream about my grandfather, just for a change.