Chapter 13
Later that same night…
She awoke feeling a cold breeze on her shoulder, a taste of cold blood in her mouth, and the distant memory of a dream. It was full of shimmering moons, the lust for blood, and ugly mutilated flesh. She couldn’t live with these memories, she needed her love. Where was he? She agonized, calling to him, but when he didn’t answer, she reached up, raking her fingers through her hair as if she could scratch the memory out of her head.
And then suddenly she lifted her gaze and looked toward the bathroom.
Slowly she stood as she walked toward it. After running her bath, she reached down and swirled the water and watched the mist as it rose from the heated surface. It was here, in her safe place, that the dream would begin to disappear, to break up into tiny m
