"Pornography: That which excites, whether from approval or disapproval."
Leonard Rossiter
I opened my eyes to the soft morning light. I had survived the night and made it to the morning. On my right side was Evan, who was sleeping with an arm flung about my waist. On my left was Colin, who was curled into me with his hand just touching me and Evan's arm, as though he could keep us both safe with his body. He had said he felt the evil in the air last night and we had agreed to stay together, but I had wandered off alone.
The pain came then, searing and hot through my heart and stomach. Sarah was gone, my child had died and I had just killed the man who had helped lift me out of the gutter. I still couldn't understand why Stephen had wanted me dead.
Worse, he wanted me dead despite his
