I’m not the sweet, healthy, fresh-faced girl I was nine months ago. That girl died in the hills, and a battle-hardened, half-starved, bloodthirsty woman rose in her place. A woman with a lot of baggage. Which makes Monty’s obsession with me suspicious and worrisome. He kept all my things in his bedroom like some love-sick widower, only to set up a room for me to share with my lovers.
