Chapter 23The night was nearly over, I could sense daylight hanging just behind the nearest peak. I ran without thinking, without caring where I was going, as long as it was away from myself. In a shallow cave barely able to contain me I spent the day, shivering in cold and fear and hunger. It was worse for having tasted of her, for knowing all that she was. Only the image of the Hunter, Daniel was what Dovan had called him, had spared Joy. The sight of him had jarred me enough to cool the hunger a little, startled me into remembering myself.
The day passed, and the next night followed. Still, I remained in the cave, unmoving, unresponsive. I was lost somewhere inside myself, buried deeply in my own dark soul. I longed for the cool, soothing presence of Moira … or the damning, seething pr
