Chapter 9: DesireWhen I woke again, Lucas was gone and Marianne was sitting on the edge of the bed, flicking through a magazine. Whilst her hair remained the rich-but-relatively-mundane black, she'd gelled it into half a dozen pointy spikes. She was wearing a black t-shirt decorated with skull and crossbones, black jeans with safety pins decorating the front of each leg and her feet were encased in Doc Martins with bright orange laces. What looked like a black leather dog collar graced her slender neck. She smiled brightly when she saw my eyes open, dropping the magazine onto the bedside table, and reaching forward to give me a careful hug.
“Where's Lucas?”
“He and Striker have driven out of town to hunt.” She wrinkled her pert nose delicately. “The problems with a big city – too far awa
