Tendrils of it streaked from his bandaged left calf and up his thigh, making him whimper. The bandages were soaked and needed changing, but he couldn’t get up. Not yet at least. Not when there was something large and heavy lying on top of his chest and breathing down on him. Jack had no idea how he got his leg bitten—at least it felt like it was bitten. Heck, it felt like something with teeth had gnawed into it. He also had no idea why he was naked under the sheets and why there was a large, reddish dog lying on top of his chest either. What the hell happened to him last night? The more he racked at his brains, the more it hurt to think. He was supposed to catch the last train back to the Upper Cities, but he’d missed it for some reason. He was on his way to his motel to pick up his belongings, but he never made it there. Jack frowned and strained his neck to peer at the room. Clean royal blue wallpaper and wooden furniture. For some reason, the room smelled of chocolates, vanilla, and musk.
