Chapter 5
I went into my bedroom and shut the door, still half entertaining the notion of settling into a fugue state either in the chair by the fireplace or maybe just in the bed - in which case we could just call it sleep - when I gave a strangled gasp and fell to my knees.
It wasn't my head this time. No sensation of having to hold my skull together. No, this time it was like a line of fire stretched across my throat, burning deeper into my neck even as my hands reached up to close around it. To hold something in.
Blood, I suppose. My hands felt wet and sticky as if coated by a hot spray.
I didn't want to look.
But I couldn't keep my eyes closed tight forever. Not that having them open was going to show me any way to help my situation. I was rapidly running out of breath, my throat
