Chapter 17
Thursday, January 18th That night, Patrick dreamed of a paneled room with green carpet and the smell of cigar smoke. He choked on terror and the room changed to a stone fountain decorated with demon angels. Their cold stone eyes watched as Troy Patrick woke with a start. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the window and he prayed it would wash away the dream. But, when he stumbled from the bedroom, nightmares of bloody faced vampires still hung behind his eyelids. He dragged a bottle from the cupboard and took a healthy swig. The alcohol swirled in his sour stomach and he retched. Fuck. He took a shower and changed, but the reflection in the mirror only marginally improved. His nose wasn't broken, just swollen, and the wounds on his chest were raw and pink; a reminder of what
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