Chapter 5
James sat at his desk in the great room, muttering expletives at the book in his hands. He slammed the cover shut, opened it, flipped the pages, then shut it again.
“I cannot believe this crap,” he said to the tailless black cat, who stretched on the reading chair and yawned. He held the book out. “Have you ever read trash like this?” he asked. But the cat only fell asleep again.
He heard Sarah stirring in the bedroom and looked at the time—two in the morning. She padded into the great room, and he felt her warm hands on his shoulders. He felt human whenever she touched him.
“It’s past your bedtime,” he said.
“I could hear you muttering from the bedroom.” She looked over his shoulder at the book in his hand. “What are you reading?”
“Dracula.”
“Why? You know that book makes
