Chapter 8The curse had likely been meant to change him so far as to make him a devourer of man’s flesh. Perhaps Lady Cockerell had omitted a line from her spells for, in all the years that had passed, nothing about the men and women he hauled back to the caverns held any appeal, even for his beastly senses.
The first time, before he’d learnt it was better to kill them outright, he’d attacked his victim into unconsciousness—then was made to stay and watch, as his mistress first roused, then toyed with her helpless prey.
He’d run long and hard over the hilltop that night, finally plunging into the cold sea and swimming for miles in an effort to drive the images from his mind. Yet not even the angry smack of his heavy, drenched-fur limbs against the waves could block out the memory of the m
