Chapter 11: "I was form’d; flesh of thy flesh."

Catching sight of himself in the rearview mirror has him wishing he’d gone for a haircut, but considering he’s lucky to have time to shave most days, he reckons he’s doing alright. Regardless, he pulls the hair tie off his wrist and goes to town taming his hair into something resembling human as opposed to a feral cat.

“Will!” Agent Varma flags him through the windscreen.

He gets out, locking ...