PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
THE ART OF POSSESSIONTHE ART OF POSSESSION
Seven sparrows fell from the sky as one, their lifeless bodies hitting the ground with a hollow thump. Maurice cringed.
“Stupid boy,” Julian said as he rapped Maurice on the back of the head with his staff.
“I didn’t mean to.” Maurice ground his teeth against the stinging pain on his skull. He knew better than to massage it. The scars on his knuckles served as a constant reminder of that lesson.
“Precisely the point.” Julian spread his arms and shook his fists, the baggy sleeves of his robe cascading back to reveal thin, wrinkled limbs. “Control, Maurice. You should pos