He was here.
I could feel him.
Closer . . . edging even closer.
His hand, outstretched—dark, moving ever closer, toward my abdomen—
I sat up with a gasp, hair clinging to the sweat building at my brow. No.
Disoriented, I patted around myself, searching in the darkness. Cronan. Where is he? I couldn’t . . . I don’t feel him. Where—
A murmur. A voice.
Lifting my gaze in the darkness, I squinted, searching my room.
*Does she sense me? No. Impossible.*
My eyes searched the darkness now, honing in on one corner of the room.
It was so dark but . . . somehow I saw him.
*How? She’s human.*
Scooting backward on the bed, my back hit the headboard and I clutched my stomach, feeling bile rise in my throat. “Who’s there?” I hissed, g
