Cadan tipped my chin up to meet his solid red eyes. He stroked my jaw and waited until I said something. But what can I say? I don’t want to practice on anybody, much less Luke. What if I can’t stop? What if I hurt him?

“What happens if I can’t stop feeding?” I asked quietly.

Cadan shrugged. “We’ll find a good spot to bury the body.

Auteur: Barbara C. Doyle