“You fed well, my dear.” “It was exquisite. The fear. The struggle.” She trembled, as if words couldn’t describe the extent of her rapture. “Foolish little worms to think that they could come into our world and make demands. Ask about one of our kind. There’s a price to pay for hubris, you know.”...
That she’d fall. That Paul—who was, somehow, watching her—would see and think she was defying him. And then he’d push down the plunger. She would almost welcome the end. At least then the fear would be over. But she couldn’t think like that. She needed to remember all the people who’d be dead. An...