Cam watched Carole dismount, noting she seemed a bit dispirited. She sat down on the blanket he spread almost as gracelessly as the fallen lion.
“Did he touch me? Get any blood on me?”
The sudden question caught Cam by surprise. So that’s what she was worried about. He smiled to himself. “No, he never touched you at all. It was just a joke, tasteless maybe, but not meant to upset or alarm you.”
“I’m not sure what’s changed,” she said after a moment. “It never bothered me before—the hunts and the kills…Uncle Rene played the great white hunter to the hilt, and I was right in there with him. But it never seemed quite real somehow. More like a shooting gallery at a carnival or something. Somehow this was more personal, closer and more…disturbing. I’m sure you think less of me now, that I’m
