Chapter 13Harland moved his fingers. He didn’t know how long it had taken to gain control over them, but it felt like an eternity. Snippets of memories washed over him. He’d tried to move, then everything had gone black again, and he’d repeated it more times than he could remember.
He believed Frank had been there, but it didn’t make sense. He didn’t know where here was, but nothing good would come of Frank being in a dark space like this.
Someone made a sound, a ragged breath, and every hair on Harland’s body stood on end. Someone was here.
He tried to find his voice, but his body wasn’t obeying.
Several minutes later his toes curled on his command and a sense of victory bloomed in his mind. He needed to feed. He went from fine to having hunger claw at his insides in an instant. A shu
