In the past, whenever Zachariah had heard people describe themselves as being in between, he had always been irritated. In between jobs, in between relationships. What even was that? Either you were in something or you were not.
But now he was one of those 'in between people'. Because Zachariah was in between success and total failure. The term fitted him a bit loosely, but it was the closest that he could get to describing his current situation. Once again, his plan to get at his cousin had failed. He and Madam Mo had tried to have Ariel killed, but the woman had proven that she had cat somewhere in her DNA because she was still alive.
That was bad news, but in a surprising turn of events, Ariel clinging to life like the bloodsucker that she was, had worked out in Zachariah's favour. While his cousin had been busy staying glued to his wife at the hospital, the time period for Zachariah's suspension had lapsed.
