Chapter 36
A howl wound its way into the nothingness that surrounded me. A howl, followed by Carl’s voice:
“Who’s that?”
“That’s my niece.” Aunt May was smug, as if she’d foretold Carly’s inability to survive on New York City’s streets for even a few minutes.
Or a few hours. I had no idea how long I’d been lost to the darkness. Not that I was fully awake now. The conversation around me continued as if part of a dream.
“Give me the key,” Victor demanded. “I’ll let in my cousin then I’ll take Honor in the back. Wake her up. Finish this.”
So he hadn’t been willing to have s*x with my comatose body. That knowledge should have heartened me, but instead the world remained distant and dim.
Vaguely, I noted footsteps receding. The lock clicked open. Two halves of the door clanged one after
