DELILAH
I didn't have it in me to explore the entire house, a part of me too afraid something would pop out of some corner and maul me to death. So I remained in the main hall, settling onto a couch that was much more comfortable than the bed Brianna and I shared back home. Guilt claweed its way through my chest, but it was too late to go after her. I'd do it after the sun would rise, when it woud be safe to leave. Or would it? Was I even safe inside? I didn't think so.
Brianna's words replayed in my head.
"My brother was murdered by humans, Delilah. That does not mean that I fear every human I ever meet, does it?"
No. Maybe not. But it wouldn't be too much to be afraid of the weapon he was killed with. It wouldn't be too much to be afraid of someone touching your neck, had he been st
