Every whistle of the wind, every tree branch creaking in the night sends my uneasy dreams scrambling into nightmares of bats and blood and thirsty vampires. At four in the morning, I’m shocked awake by a clattering noise that goes silent as my eyes snap open. What was that? Cautiously, I switch on a light, slip out of bed, and clutch my phone, ready to call Constantine at any sign of danger, but a quick tour of the house shows nothing out of place. Not that I checked the attic. What am I supposed to do? I have too much adrenaline in my system to fall asleep now. I don’t want to call Constantine—not again. We’ve been spending an awful lot of time together all of a sudden, and I don’t really trust him. Besides, I don’t know what to think of the way he looked at me. Probably I was overtired or…something. I just don’t know. But I do know it would be foolish of me to try to stick this out alone.
