Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lenny spent most of the day in town, in places with heaters. There was little point in playing at righteousness anymore, so he stole a few sandwiches and a few bottles of water from the grocery store and a blanket from the back seat of someone’s car. He thought about running, fantasized about it, and stayed put. Liz needed him, even though she’d lost all trust in him. He would change her if he had to, he decided. If it came to that, there would be no chance for discussion, no opportunity for her to make a choice, so he would simply change her and let her decide afterward, when there was more time, whether she preferred to die.
He returned after dark to find Liz’s blood on Sebastian’s mouth.
“You said I could have her,” he reminded Sebastian. “Remember? Your gift.”
