Hannah closed her eyes on the harsh, unwelcome sunshine. Rubbing her thumbs into her temples until they throbbed. Her memory of the night was mosaic, chimerical, distorted by that unparalleled intoxicant, retaliation. And what else? How could she know? Kinnan’s strangled words echoed in her head. Aggression. Hostility. Blindness. Had he really said cannibalism, or was that just a figment of her demented fever dreams? She shoved the thought aside. That was a rat. That was different.
