Chapter 389
I snarled at him, then dropped to the floor in a crouch, hidden from view by the tub, unsure of what to do. There was no way I could make it across the apartment to the front door without being seen.
My goblin didn't want to hide. She wanted to devour.
Teeth grinding together, I wrestled her into submission, my confusion and panic making this ten times harder. There were two reasons why she ever came out. I'd let myself get too hungry and run down, or the presence of blood. Neither was the case, not to mention there was some poor window washer out there, who if I didn't lock this shit down, might find himself my mid-afternoon snack.
Clinging to my humanity, my sanity, by a thread, I pushed her dark shadow back into its cage one agonizing inch at a time. My muscles locked tight with the strain of her banishment, sweat running freely between my shoulder blades.
Finally, the red haze cleared. I stood up and scrubbed a hand over my face.