Chapter Fifteen

New York, 2018.

“Help!” Only a thread from afar, making its way through the haziness on my slumber. “God, it’s too much!” A whisper, barely there, anguished, tormented, then pain. Horrible and excruciating pain ripping through my insides, tearing everything in its path.

There was only one time I felt this kind of pain, and it was when Liz died in my arms. I was so consumed by guilt and hatred, the devil in me rose to the surface and I spared nothing or anyone on my path.

I snapped my eyes opened as one more jolt of electricity coursed through me, frying my flesh. Baring my fangs, I hissed as my body heated to a searing point and convulsed. What was wrong with me? Late punishment for my evil deeds?

“Please… Stop!” The yell was stronger this time, and another wave washed over my skin. Each of my muscles cramped in such a terrible way I swore they were being reaped open or something, the agony too much! When I thought death would welcome me, my body relaxed, leaving me painting and gaspin