My instincts were never wrong about the evil of other men. Darkness swirled in my chest, whispering and wanting to climb to the surface. I banked the feeling back down, locking it tight behind the wall I’d built to keep it at bay. All grims learned how to do this at a young age. Or at least, they were supposed to learn. Considering I had no teacher when it first manifested, I couldn’t blame myself for what had happened to Dennis. A vision of his rounded eyes and twisted limbs flashed to mind.
