fiveGetting to sleep that night was a trial. Every time Kim tried to lie down, there were eyes waiting for her, either vivid orange or watery blue, and she had to wonder whether, at a certain level, Callum Galbraith had a point. Some of the things running from him were damn scary. Maybe scary enough that they shouldn’t exist.
She tossed and turned and wished she could ask for Daniel’s help getting to sleep, but Daniel had his own problems. She had looked into his eyes and seen the absolute certainty that they were both going to die, but they hadn’t. The horrible little corpse girl requested asylum, then turned around and ordered Daniel to attend her. He held back, paralyzed by fear Kim hadn’t imagined someone like him capable of feeling, until the corpse girl told him he could pay his deb
