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The moment I open my eyes, my stomach burns with hunger.
I’m on the couch with a blanket over me, and I have a stinking headache. Is this what a hangover feels like? Another thing I’ll never get to experience. I check my watch: 10:35 a.m. It’s still daytime. Don’t even remember going to sleep.
My skin feels itchy and dry. I examine the back of my hands as I scratch each forearm. They’re pink, like I’ve scalded them on a hot stove.
What the hell happened last night?
And then like a firework going off in my face, I remember everything. The sunlight burning me. Kate dragging me inside the house.
Feeding on Darren’s dead body.
Jesus!
The image of his corpse hanging out of the grave drives a cold shiver all over my body. I gag a little, remembering the taste—that vile mix of thick bl
