I woke with a start, my heart hammering against my ribs. The room was dark, but I could feel it...someone is watching me. A shadow moved at the edge of my sight, a faint shuffle, a scrape against the floor. I freeze, my body going stiff, trying to convince myself it was just a trick of the night.
But then when I open my eyes I see him.
Zane. Standing at the foot of the bed. My chest constricted instantly, the air thick in my lungs. I blink rapidly, trying to take in what I am seeing. His clothes were torn in certain places, and his skin glinting under the faint moonlight. My stomach twist when I notice the dark streaks smeared across him. At first, my mind tries to dismiss it….paint, maybe, or some spilled substance…..but as my eyes adjusted, horror settles like a stone.
It's blood.
