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Whispers in the Dark
Rafe
He started awake, realizing a dark figure stood next to his bed. Visions of demons danced in his head for a moment…until he realized the figure was only his sister. “Jesus Christ, Cat,” he snapped. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
She hesitated, looking over her shoulder at the hallway. Faint illumination from a nightlight plugged into one of the outlets in the hall cast a halo over her long dark hair, and it was hard to see her expression clearly. Even so, he could tell she was shaken.
“What is it?” he asked, his irritation melting away. “Has there been another attack?”
That question only elicited a shake of the head. “No. I mean, everything seems to be quiet. No one’s called. Only….”
“Only what?”
Without replying, she went and sat at the foot of
