In the stillness of night, Liam Lambert lay gazing at the ceiling faintly illuminated by city lights, listening to the steady breathing of Joyce asleep beside him. He turned his head slightly, watching the peaceful slumber—until a faint noise from the hallway caught his attention.
His guest room happened to be right next to Megan's. The sound seemed to be coming from her direction. Moving like a shadow, he slipped from bed, drawn toward her door by curiosity.
Megan had woken up burning with thirst. Finding her bedside glass empty, she tiptoed to the kitchen, careful not to disturb the household. After pouring water, she drank it down in one gulp.
"What are you up to?"
A voice whispered from the darkness, making her nearly leap out of her skin. Her mouth opened to scream—only to be muff
