The moon was high. It was very big and white. I sat on my bed. Silas was next to me. He was a man now. His skin was warm. I could feel the heat coming off him. He looked at my neck. He looked at the mark he made.

"Does it hurt?" he asked. His voice was very soft.

"No," I said. "It feels warm. It feels like you are always there."

Silas smiled. He touched the mark with his thumb. I felt a spark go through my body. It was like a little bolt of lightning. Every time he touched me, I felt more ...