Kevin Jelak arranged her naked body carefully on the
grass. He brushed her long blond hair back from her face and closed her blue
eyes, which were staring straight up at the sky. But he could do nothing about
the twisted horror that was frozen on her face. She hadn’t understood the honor
he was doing her. Well, what could you expect? Nancy Jo Norris was only nineteen,
and she didn’t know what nightmares could attack a woman, the nightmares from
which he’d saved her. He preferred to honor older, more experienced women, but
the fever had been upon him, and he’d had to compromise.
The fever. You didn’t realize how fortunate you were,
Nancy Jo. I might have driven right past you if the torment hadn’t been so
intense and if I hadn’t been forced to confine myself to such a small corner of
the world.
The corner of the world that contained Eve Duncan.
Wonderful, strong, tortured Eve Duncan. Eve knew about the nightmares. She had
lived through them. She might pretend that she wanted life, but deep in her
heart of hearts she only wanted the release he could give her. The release he
must give her. He had known that she would be his final move in the game. But
she had destroyed his prime source, and it was his duty to take the time and
effort to single her out for attention right away.
