CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
That night, Angie had her first nightmare.
She awoke breathless, eyes wide open in blind terror, choking on a silent scream as she clutched the sheets. As the vague image of long, white teeth and the echo of snapping jaws mixing with her own shrieks faded from her mind, Angie let out a long breath and relaxed, melting into the mattress. She lay there as her racing heart slowed, taking several long, deep breaths to soothe herself further. As she did, Angie recalled one detail from her nightmare: Garrou had ripped open her belly to feast on her organs with cruel delight, laughing at her. Angie pressed her hand to her lower abdomen as the phantom pain of his dreamt attack faded to nothing.
Angie lay there for some time as she stared at the dark ceiling of their room, t
