CHAPTER TEN
I stirred from my slumber, but at first, I couldn’t figure out why. I heard no noise. I felt no movement. What I did feel was difficult to describe. It was more like a sensation of other. That something had come into the room, and that something wasn’t quite right.
The hairs on the back of my neck and arms stood on end as I opened my eyes. Except for the soft glow of the two rocks in Giles’ lamp, there was no other light source. Ros had rolled away from me to one half of the bed, so I sat up and looked around.
The faint outlines of the furniture could be seen, especially the smooth surface of the mirror. The glass reflected the shadowed room, and my pale face stood out from the darkness.
So did another face.
Something dark loomed up behind me at the head of the bed
