Chapter Forty-One
The longer Lenny was away, the easier thinking became. Not fighting the command in his blood—that was impossible—but recognizing it, analyzing it, and coming to understand it. He fed, strengthened himself, and began to realize what was about to happen.
At first, he felt an echo of horror at what he was being forced to do, but it wasn’t real. The horror was a phantom pain, and he felt it only because he thought he should. When he realized he really didn’t care, it vanished again.
The truth was that he wanted a second mind, a second heart grafted into him. He’d never felt right alone. It wouldn’t be the same as being subsumed into Kate, but at least there would be someone there, someone not handicapped by his scars. He wouldn’t have chosen Liz. It should have been someon
