Chapter Six
I’m not sure I had even fallen asleep yet when I began to hear it growling. It was low, deep, menacing. It was under the bed. I could hear it stalking, and my heart swelled at the possibility that I might see it again.
It was here for me. I knew that now; it had no interest in Jonathan. It would not eat him, though he lay prone and vulnerable on the floor, his neck bare and white and soft. He was of no consequence to it, but it wanted me. It wanted to devour me. It wanted to take me inside of it. And when it came, I would let it, because I wanted it just as desperately as it wanted me.
I listened to it for hours, stalking, growling, licking its wet jaws with its great, pink tongue. Then, at last, I saw it. It slipped from the shadows, produced by them, a part of them, and it
