Chapter 14
Now the house fills with shadows. The snow and wind outside have ceased. I spread my chill throughout the house. Noiselessly I creep through the downstairs corridors, closing the doors behind me. And softly I mount the stairs. Upstairs, he waits…
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Hunter lay in bed on his second night in Beaumont House, unable to drift off to sleep. He had tried reading the latest Charlaine Harris but found a world of psychics, vampires, and shapeshifters unsuitable for sending him off into slumber. He had arranged for satellite service earlier that afternoon, but it would take a few days before they could get out to him for installation, and until then he wouldn’t have the mind-numbing lull of television or even the Internet.
But there was something else causing him to lie in bed, ey
