CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
JACK THREW THE POINTED stars at the juicy bits, or what would have been if the target were a real person. He'd always been a good shot, but tonight even when he tried to miss, he hit his target. In his mind's eye he saw the target as a person, lacerated by the delicate blades, blood seeping over the body, and he struck over and over again with unsettling accuracy. As he pictured the scene, the saliva in his mouth grew. He shook his head, but that did nothing to quell the thirst. He swallowed. Maybe Lin's micro-feedings are getting to me? He had no choice but to let her feed him if he wanted to stay, and he had no choice but to stay. Do you even want a choice? a seductive voice whispered from the back of his mind.
Sitting cross-legged in the practice room of the Necrop
