Chapter 24I didn't sleep well that day, my mind filled with visions of past terrors, haunting me even after I rose for the evening. I was uneasy to say the least. The night air tasted of death. It roused me, wakening a fire within. When I closed my eyes I tasted Joy … saw her as she offered her neck. Flashes of Rebeka and the other child I had once spared mixed with it, and I repeatedly drank from my bottle, only to spit it out in distaste. I roamed the house, hearing each shallow breath of each of the people who slept within its walls. Their hearts beat softly against me, beckoning and repelling. Near to midnight I took to the streets, clad simply in black. I was breathless with anticipation of … something I couldn't name. I wanted.
Twice I pulled myself away from killing, though neither
