Part of him just wanted to lay in bed. He was part way between sleep and waking, and in that liminal space, he’d had many dreams—not all of them pleasant, but they were all discernibly fantasy, and Blake wanted nothing more than to reside in the fictions of his own mind for as long as possible. H...
On his back, holding on for dear life, Sarah could only clutch at his fur and dig her thighs into his back to keep from getting thrown off. The gun on her back lifted and slapped her shoulders each time Dylan leapt or avoided a tree branch, and she felt like her whole body was bruised all over, j...