Chapter 3Jesse crept through the silent house, listening for any sign that Michelle, Oliver, or Dominique were still awake. He thought the two adults were asleep, but he knew Dominique was probably just playing possum. When he woke that morning, his weapons were gone. He improvised, and was now armed with a long kitchen knife and two stakes. Jesse didn’t plan to seek out another nest, but he needed to get out of the house.
He needed to move. He needed to push his body to the point of collapse, or he would never sleep.
Jesse fully intended to walk to the East End, but he reached the stop just seconds before the bus to Soho. The promise of people, of music, of alcohol, of flesh, and sweat was too attractive to ignore. He sat in the back of the bus, his lips twitching into a small smile at
