“I knew he was eating our dead. I knew he—I could have worked out what he meant to do with Sheppard. But I closed my eyes. Closed my eyes to all of it.” Day gulps in an unsteady breath, almost a laugh. He can’t look at Avery. If William Day had turned out a monster, it was because he’d always had one at his side. The disappearing huff of a polar bear on the wind, stalking away, its dread purpose fulfilled. “I just didn’t think—I didn’t think he’d ever leave me. It was easier to tell myself I’d never known. It was easier than—to believe that.”
