When I opened my eyes, I was on the floor of Jim’s kitchen, in a sea of empty beer bottles. I had drunk everything in the refrigerator. From the smell of me, I must have pissed myself. I had a blinding headache and a very real urge to puke. The sun was not yet high, and I felt the cool of the mor...
His rheumy eyes betrayed nothing. His wife, Caramel, thin and lithe with flowing white hair, expertly started a blood transfusion for Isaac, who lay still on a bed in a guest bedroom. The last time I’d seen these two, I’d been with my friends. We’d been searching for Holly and had come here for w...