Chapter TwelveWhen Sean woke up, he was completely alone. The chair where Erin had sat before he'd fallen asleep was empty.
The door to his room was closed, but he could hear muffled voices elsewhere in the building.
He was in pain. Real, stabbing pain, like every bone in his body had been broken.
But that wasn't the worst of it. Where’s Erin?
She wouldn't just leave him after promising she'd stay?
What an i***t he'd been, anyway. He'd been fighting his attraction to her. Rejecting the thought of a relationship with her because of rules that seemed utterly trivial now.
He'd obviously been infected with the same thing that had killed the other two victims.
He was going to die right here, in this bed.
Nothing brought more clarity than foreseeing your own demise.
He should have never
