18Shock. I awoke in shock, frozen in place with my heart pounding. I flung my arm across my eyes against the day, still able to feel the oh-so-faint touch of Gideon’s mouth against mine. Holy crow! My entire body was shaking from such a trifling touch . . . and it wasn’t even real.
It was too warm. I shoved the blankets off me, kicking them to the foot of the bed. Gideon? Gideon’s lips on mine? What was that about? Better question: Why do I feel so yummy? Absolutely honey-coated, deliciously pleased, ruffled, and fevered?
I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to have to cull today. Before the dream of Gideon, had been the nightmares. A looped reel of those people falling on the stairs, replaying over and over through the night.
Is each day to be the same? Some new horror to be sh
