Chapter Three
The quiet settled over Padric like a suffocating blanket.
Nope. He wasn’t ready to be alone. He wasn’t used to it anymore. And now that he was…other thoughts crept into his mind.
Terrible thoughts.
Thoughts he kept trying to bury, but couldn’t. Thoughts about the f*****g trend that was spreading like wildfire through his fanbase.
Unable to stop himself, he pulled out his laptop and logged onto his private hotspot. He didn’t trust other networks.
He’d bookmarked several pages where he could find new postings about what they were calling the “PJ parties.”
Cute name for something so gross.
In one forum, someone named Tweenie45 had posted a video of her brand new “PJ.” The raised mark, shaped like the Gothic letters of his logo, glared red against the inside of her arm. I
