It was several hours later when Katelina jerked awake. Her terrified eyes made a circuit of the room, seeking a threat and a weapon. Sunlight gilded the edges of the drapes. Deep shadows colored the corners in twilight gloom. Jorick sat next to her, body tense, lips drawn back from his fangs, his hand wrapped around the bedside lamp.
The door opened a crack. Jorick sniffed then released the lamp and flopped back. Sarah's head popped inside. "Kate! Come quick!"
The urgency in her voice left Katelina scrambling from bed. She was barely in the corridor before Sarah dragged her down the dim hall.
"They went this way. I heard their footsteps."
"Who?" As the words left her lips, she realized it was the stalker that supposedly stood outside Sarah's room every day.
When the hall ended at a T-junction, Sarah hesitated and looked both ways. Katelina tried to sniff out their quarry, but she didn't know what to smell for.