5/27/2023 0 Comments Cronin's Key by N.R. WalkerHe’d taken care of that in Budapest, and Amsterdam. The agitation he felt in his bones was personal. There had been rumors of an unsettling of the Egyptian covens, and that was indeed cause for concern. Still, he lived by moonlight and normally he reveled in it. He was rarely impeded by sunlight because he could simply chase night around the globe. Unlike most other vampires, Cronin could leap to anywhere in the world at any time he chose. Tonight, when darkness shrouded his city, he didn’t feel the liberation like he normally did. His reflection stared back at him wary, black eyes, his short ginger hair a perpetual mess, his dark coat with the collar upturned suited his mood. Through the protective glass of his penthouse apartment, he’d watched the sun draw a close to another lonely day as the insignificant humans scurried on the streets below like ants. Like his soul ached for something he could not define. Nervous, anxious, excited, dread, longing. He’d leapt to London, Budapest, Amsterdam, Glasgow, all in the last few hours just to escape the unease he felt, but something kept drawing him back to New York. He’d stood there for hours, not moving, barely breathing. How did Cronin know to leap into the police station the night he and Alec first met?Ĭronin stood at the huge glass wall overlooking New York City.
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