A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.

Despite the cold chill, she burned inside with a hunger she didn’t want to dismiss. Not tonight.

The Houselands. Graveyard to the ones
who got locked out. A chill ran up London’s spine. What the hell
were they doing?

The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea.

I always chose the sea.

They’d reached the point of no return, and she wanted to throw herself into the fire until the flames melted away the years of ice that claimed her.

This date had started as bland and was speeding right along to abysmal.