Chapter 8

He blinked in surprise at Bennie’s huddled form on the floor. He never would have believed the boy powerful enough to do that. He became aware of someone pounding on a door downstairs, and cruel satisfaction filled him.

“Love, Bennie?” he murmured. “We’ll see about that.”

He would have preferred the sweet body at his feet, but the other might prove more malleable. He sent a tendril of thought downstairs and unlocked the bedroom door. 6

Inexplicably, Jordan’s headache left as quickly as it had come. He climbed to his feet, unnerved by the silence in the house. Bennie? He tried the door. Unlocked? Not daring to question it, he yanked it open and ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time. He paused at the top to catch his breath before entering the attic to confront whatever waited for him.