17 Chapter 17

“We can’t change what we are now, love,” Graham said, softly. “Let’s go.”

They walked toward the small house where the old Native American man lived. The short walk seemed to take forever and Morton was aware of every little noise, every little movement around them.

Graham tried the back door of the man’s house and Morton frowned when it opened easily. Graham gestured that he would enter first.

Morton followed him inside closely. He clung to the back of Graham’s leather jacket. He didn’t immediately sense an immortal nearby, other than himself and Graham, but his nerves were on edge and he knew something could happen at any time.

They reached a living room area and there, sitting in an easy chair was a very old man, his white hair very thin. He stared at them with dark eyes.

“I have been waiting.”

Morton opened his mouth to speak but Graham squeezed his arm.

“Waiting?” Graham asked, his voice neutral.