Shouts penetrated the loveliest dream she"d ever had. She snuggled closer to the solid heat under her head. The blanketing warmth seemed to tighten around her, making her feel safe. Loved. She sighed contentedly.
"What have you done?" came the urgent question.
She furrowed her brow and reached for a pillow to put over her head. She wanted to sink back into that dream. Revel in it. Savor it.
"I smell blood," came the same angry voice. "D-did you—?"
The words dropped off, like the speaker couldn"t stomach the question. Didn"t truly want to know the answer.
"No." The hard mattress under her cheek rumbled with the word.
She froze. Then everything came back to her. She hadn"t slept properly in weeks. She must have really zonked out to be so out of it. Jay"s hand stroked her back then, lik
