Diana"s laughter was infectious, and Hawthorne chuckled in reply. He should have called her earlier to get her always sound advice.
"Thanks again, Di. I owe you. Big time."
"Oh, go fry a tzealdo," she ordered and hung up.
Closing his cell phone, he stared at the door to his room. He sat in the dark, but to him the place was dim, grayish, as if he were surrounded by fog. He didn"t tell people his daytime vision was four times greater than a human"s. At night, it was cut down somewhat, but if there was a full moon, he could spot creatures nearly a mile away.
An imaginary cold wind blew through him. He recognized the signs, just as Diana had, even though he had never experienced them before now. He wanted Corinth, and he needed her more than he wanted her. His body cried out to have her,
