I wanted to protest. She was still hungry, but I was afraid that if I stopped her she'd attack. But the feeding was beginning to affect me. I felt strangely light and heavy at the same time, as if I could float through the air despite limbs that felt like lead weights were tied to them.

"Make her stop," Tony insisted.

I was alarmed at the feral look on Monica's face. "Monica!"

Monica paused in her feeding.

"Enough," I said.

She ignored me!

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