The ghoul that came for Lola had open sores along its body that were crusted over with dried pus. The tattered strips of cloth it wore as clothing were stained in dozens of spots. Just looking at the creature disgusted both of them. Russel’s first reaction was to intervene, but he forced himself to stop that impulse. She was right. If she didn’t take care of it herself, she would never know how strong she was or how capable. She would always live her life running and scared. Stepping in ...