Marcellus Grey

Fragments from the Veil —Chapter 1

I parked but left the car running. It was late summer, and it was still hot outside, even though it was late in the afternoon. I didn't want to become overheated — much less sweat — while I tidied up myself last minute. I had not seen Kristen in eight months, and I didn’t know if I would see her again after tonight, so I wanted to make a good impression.