The next day dawned and it found Vajra at his computer. He’d had a terrifying nightmare about Ardala. He’d torn her open and stolen silver threads from within her, but that hadn’t been the part that had prevented him from going back to sleep. No what had kept him from resting was the glee that had accompanied the visual of her torn open body. The pleasure that the sight and the consumption of the silver threads had given him had horrified and disgusted him enough that he hadn’t ...