The Dark Kiss Goodnight excerpt
A kiss was what she had promised me it would be, a dark kiss goodnight. I remember how she looked at me so coolly, such a placid stare as if she weren’t looking at me, but through me. The burn of hunger in her eyes staring at me from across the room wasn’t a burn of lust, but an actual insatiable hunger as a lion would gaze at a piece of meat, its kill for the day. She had found me drunken…