IN A NUTSHELL, the rest of Tonya's morning could be summarized into just two words – toss and turn.
Toss. She still couldn't understand what exactly happened last night when Spitfire bolted out of her apartment, leaving her alone, naked, and worst, baffled to her hilt.
Turn. She wasn't even sure if she wanted him to come back — more so, stay— after recognizing that something was different with him. The one she gave herself to wasn't human. The empty hole on his chest was more than enough for her to boot him out of the gene pool. Like seriously, what type of beast could walk around the Metro without a heart?
'Certainly not human....' Tonya closed her eyes tightly, remembering how the hole exactly looked like. Then flipping one last time on her bed, she pushed herself up and tugged on the
