After the door shut, Iggy allowed just a second to pass before he headed for bed. Lying on his side, he hugged the blanket into his chest, filling the open space between his arms and the wound. His head sank heavily into the pillow, and then, he was out cold. He slept blissfully through the next night until three o’clock struck. The click of the bedroom door sounded and he lunged upright. By the time his eyes opened, he was propped up on his knees and ready to run.
Aster entered the room and flicked on the lights. “Robert!” she hollered in laughter. “Look at you! So easily startled.” She approached the bed. “If you are going to feed with us, you better get up now. You thirsty?”
Yes, he was thirsty. The glass in his stomach rattled with each breath, and the burning in his throat was hot,
