Chapter Forty
Sebastian didn’t kill Leland. Instead he worked hard to reestablish his foothold in Lenny’s mind, talking constantly in that low, soothing way of his, until he was able to send him to sleep.
When Lenny woke in the murderer’s bed, he felt nothing. That had to be Sebastian’s doing. In a way, it was better than agony, but he’d felt power, strength drawn from rage, and he wanted that back. He had felt free.
He looked over to where Sebastian sat by the window. The priest flickered in and out of his field of vision. Both of them looked exhausted, fatigued by stress.
“If you won’t do it,” he told them, “I will.”
Sebastian opened his mouth and shut it again, unable to find words. He shook his head.
“I will.” Lenny rolled over and rose shakily, throwing off the hand he felt at h
