ONCE THERON ARRIVED home, he was angrier with himself than he could ever remember being. What the hell was he doing bringing her here?
He clenched his jaw as he shut the motor off in the driveway and killed the headlights. He knew damn well what he was doing, even if he was too big a coward to admit it aloud: he was taunting fate.
Exiting the car, he opened the back door, and reached in to retrieve the woman. He made his way up the walkway, lights along either side of the path coming on instantly with each heavy footstep. The front door flew open ten-feet before Theron ever approached it.
His smile was caustic. Normally he would be much weaker than he was now, especially since he was far behind on his feeding schedule. As he walked over the threshold every light in the house ignited and
