5
Layne
What. The hell. Just happened?
I slowly climb from the floor, my limbs shaking so badly I’m not sure they’ll hold.
Glass is everywhere around the window and I’m in my bare feet, so I back up until my butt hits the couch.
One minute Sam was pleasuring me, the next I was on my back on the floor.
No, wait. That wasn’t the upsetting part. That part was actually uber-hot.
But then his eyes turned yellow and he had fangs. He was making a terrible snarling sound. I thought I was in danger. He must’ve thought so, too, or he wouldn’t have jumped out the window like that.
I don’t know how long I sit on the couch. After a while, I shake myself and stand up.
Sam left. Maybe this is a sign. Not that I believe in signs—I’m a scientist. But still. I have a chance right now to grab my res
