There isn't a hint of a joke in sight, so I think seriously. The list of people I spend time with is rather short and I mentally peruse through everyone I know in a brief minute.
"No one… new honestly," I conclude with hesitance.
Aria also reluctantly accepts my answer. "Then something has changed. This may be from someone you know and care for."
I laugh humorlessly. "Believe me, that is a small list and I know them all too well."
"Mayhap it is someone you would never suspect. But mark my words, this darkness, if it's not removed from your life, leads down one path and one path alone: your death," Aria promises. The concern on her face is unmistakable.
Death. A chilly terror creeps up my shoulders, turning my blood into ice. There is no one more persistently chased by the Grim Reaper than myself. But with every passing day, I grow more and more tired of running.
