Page 102 of What Bites in the Dark
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Is this what he meant?
He looks like Casey.
He sounds like Casey.
But the way he’s looking at me...
It’s like I’m food.
His pupils swallow the hazel first.
Then the red follows.
Oh, no.
I see his fangs lengthen just as the splintering crash of the bathroom door echoes behind him—Alek, Stark, John Smith—but it doesn't matter, none of it matters, because his fangs are already at my throat, piercing the skin and sinking in deep as several voices roar my name.
And my entire world explodes into pain.
To be continued.
