"Last night," Sawyer began, his features twisted with regret, "the headache and the feeling and the sound peaked very suddenly, right around the time you called for us through our bites. We were already on our way, and then...suddenly we weren't ourselves. I remember every thought Paul spiked into my skull about you, about all the ways I could kill you with my bare hands, and...I won't ever forget."

I could only imagine.

"It wasn't real." I touched his arm as a reminder that ...