Chapter 3The fourth day, no, night…I have to stop thinking of them as days. There are no more days for me now, only nights.
Be that as it may, that evening I awoke with the usual hunger that drove me down to the kitchen. This time, however, I put on my jeans, first. I wasn’t up for another confrontation with Justin. If it happened I might let my anger out, physically, which I knew wouldn’t be my smartest move. He was much older than me and undoubtedly a hell of a lot stronger. Not that I wasn’t tempted.
I took the stairs two at a time, flung open the refrigerator to grab a blood bag, and tore into it as if I hadn’t drunk in a week. Dropping it onto the counter when it was empty, I got another one and drained it before putting both of them in the trash.
“Feeling better,” Justin asked lac
