Chapter 58
VoidBranwen crouched, sitting back on her heels. She held her arms around her belly, but not for the same reason she had been for a while now. Trying to keep them still.
For the moment at least, she wasn’t thinking about the thing inside at all.
The warmth was back. The heat and comfort of John’s touch.
But his touch was mournful, broken.
Spoiled and sick.
Instead of the comfort she so desperately needed, her sense of John only twisted her guts, crushing her heart.
Despite her loneliness and despair, and the obsession with her own flesh that frightened her more with every passing moment, Branwen wished she could withdraw from this touch.
Escape the growing sense that John was as trapped as she was, caught in one of his terrible nightmares.
And she had no way to wake him
