Chapter Eleven
Franny woke screaming, sweat dripping from her, the sheet a tangled mass around her feet. Jack had to pry her hands from the headboard before he could hold her. White knuckle scared hardly defined the terror in her glassy eyes.
"You're okay, Franny.” Jack soothed her with a gentle hand on her cheek, his fingers running their way through her snarled curls.
"I was running, Jack. And he caught me."
"Who was it."
"I can't say."
"You tell me everything," he insisted.
"He had cruel eyes, and everything around him was blank, there was nothing around either of us, just this big huge empty nothing. It was going to eat me away."
"Who was it?"
"I've never seen eyes so cold.” She shivered again in his arms. He would have thought she'd caught her death of cold, as if there was
