MILO’S POV

I’m numb except for this hunger. It’s rage and need and violence all rolled into one. There’s a red haze over everything, and I can see details that’re wildly distracting. Each fissure and crack in the bricks that make up the floor. I could count the individual sand grains in the grout. All the individual follicles of hair on the woman in front of me stand out in sharp relief.

The woman. She smells delicious. I am hungry.

I’m ravenous. I need to ...