The world was black when Katelina opened her eyes; black and cold, but not quiet. She could hear shouting and screaming from the direction of the house.
She sat up quickly and found that she was lying in the snow, concealed behind the naked bramble branches of a thorny bush. She remembered Jorick telling her to be quiet, then touching her, and then- and then she'd fallen asleep? The implications connected themselves, like dots linked clumsily with crayon to form a worrying picture. No, he'd put her to sleep, or "enchanted" her, as he'd called it that night in the casket, just like he had that raccoon.
The noises grew louder and she instinctively shrank deeper into the brush and waited. She knew that any moment some raging vampire would come crashing through the underbrush to disembowel h
