Chapter 10
Jamie waited impatiently for dark, pacing the small enclosure. She’d put off feeding for too long. Now she wouldn’t have the luxury of picking her prey; she’d just have to grab some random guy. She hated that. She hated killing, but at least she could try to rid the world of the rotters.
She heard scurrying behind her and turned to see a small squirrel poke its head under the branches. It looked at her in alarm.
She was on it in less than a second, astonished at her own speed. She raised the screeching critter to her mouth without a second thought and sank her fangs into its body. It tasted awful, but it slaked her bloodthirst. She sat down in one of the wicker chairs and thought about that for a while.
She had heard Horsham mention scornfully that Terrill was drinking the b
