CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
A surge of adrenaline wipes away all traces of my earlier sleepiness. Kain said if more people die, I would follow—and now two have died on my watch.
Moving so fast he almost blurs, Kain rips open his wrist with his teeth and forces blood into Albina’s mouth.
Nothing happens.
Actually, that’s not true. Something happens, but not to Albina—to me. I stare hypnotically at the blood as Kain checks Albina’s pulse again, curses, and blurs out of the room.
Stumbling out of the bedroom, I locate the kitchen and heave half-digested bananas into the sink.
Where did Kain go? What should I do? Questions swirl through my mind, but not a single answer. I grope for a glass, pour some probably contaminated tap water into it, and gulp it down.
With yet another dead body on my wa
