Green-eyed and blind, the diaphanously clad girl turned from the fire as the Lord of Insidiousness entered. She nodded, smiling, as his fingers closed on a fold of silk.

Stunned, he drew back in the moonbeam that slanted perpetually through his window, clutching his bloody cheek.

“Beware the month of June,” she said, pointing to the calendar by the door, “for you, it is the month of death.” Then she was gone.