CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JACK PRESSED A HAND to his shoulder. A dull ache persisted, even though the spot where Lin's sword had slid through was healed over, possibly helped along by the small feedings she brought him. His throat tightened at the thought of where that blood came from. But caught in an eddy of delirium and ravening hunger, and face with an anonymous source of blood, the hunger won out. The feedings might have kept him sane, but they left him haunted by visions from his early afterlife with Lin, when she kept him on a leash, half-crazed by hunger, half by lust.
And now Lin had him on a leash again, though tonight it was literal. As if she didn't trust him. Before they'd left the mansion, she'd laced a chain of silver around his neck. Even though he tried not to tense his neck musc
