The sunlight was too bright. It poured through the gaps in the curtains, mocking me. I had spent the entire night huddled in a chair by the window, staring at the door. I didn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of bones snapping and saw the silver beast tearing the throat out of that man.
The lock clicked, I stiffened, my fingers digging into the chair. The door swung open, and all three of them walked in. They didn't look like monsters now. They looked like the men I had met—the professor, the businessman, and the biker. But I knew better.
Silas was leading the way, carrying a silver tray. The smell of fried eggs and buttered toast filled the room, and for a second, my stomach growled. I hated it. I hated that my body still wanted to live while my mind was screaming
