When Julie's bedroom door opened, I had been so deep in thought that I hadn't heard anyone approach. Paul stood without speaking, and I rose and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind us.

He rubbed my arms, and I slipped into his embrace where he held me without speaking.

Later that night I transported myself to my Council house, the old creepy mansion that I had first visited when turned, the place where I had been burned and tortured. I suppressed my ...