LIGHT 18
Chest heaving, I awoke to darkness. My hands clutched at the bed sheet, the pulse points in my wrists throbbing as though the blood surged through them.
Sean!
At his name, the dream I’d been in before waking flashed through my mind. Revulsion filled me as I recounted each stage. Sean, there with me. My change, and then Sean’s. The fear that must have driven me to kill, to defend myself.
The way my body beat out a tune of arousal.
Disgust burned through me as it sank in that the memories—every single detail of each kill—had fuelled the desire.
How had I produced such images? How could I enjoy them?
Did I even know myself any longer?
Mind too consumed with everything to relax, I didn’t return to slumber for the rest of the night. When Peter climbed out of bed, announcing he
