Chapter Eight
Robin Beswick came awake without opening his eyes. The throbbing at his temple, together with the fact his eyelids seemed glued to each other not doing much to instill in him a desire for daylight. A stomach threatening to void itself supplying no incentive either.
The thoughts he could put together in the face of such stiff competition were sketchy at best. He could remember speaking to the giant black man who’d been introduced as Anderson and the hostess who had ignored him all night; but his last memory of the evening had been Corinne’s refusal to leave when he had suggested it. Something he would be having words with her about the moment he felt half-human again.
The mattress depressed alongside him and he heard a sigh and he consoled himself that at least his i***t wi
