My eyes were open, but it took long moments for me to focus and create a conscious thought about what I was seeing and where I was.
But soon light began to register through the corners of the curtains closed across the window.
The feel of the blanket and pillow. The rustic smell of the cabin brought me all back. I was where I had started the night before. I sat up feeling a small pinch at the base of the side of my neck. My fingers grazed the top of the two small puncture marks where he had bit me.
What happened? He had grown fangs or were they always there, and I had never noticed? Perhaps he injected me with something. It didn’t matter. The man was mentally struggling with his perception of reality.
I looked around for any sign of Covin. My body froze when I found him in the corn
