Make Me (The Silent Hollow, #2)

by Alina May

I flop down in bed, naked and hot and restless. Something isn’t right. Oh fuck, I forgot Buffalo. I shoot up, dizzy a little at my sudden movement, and dart to the dining room. Snatching the stuffed cow out of my backpack, I move back to the room. Buffalo is a highland cow with soft tan fur and curved horns. He has kind, wide-set eyes, although he’s anything but kind. I notice a glob of blood in his mohawk. “Fuck!” A stab of emotion pushes through the numbness, and I rush to the sink to wash him out. “I’m sorry. I tried to keep you farther back this time!” Silence. “Fucking hell.” I scrub until Buffalo’s hair is rough in my fingers. There’s nothing but the sound of running water and my fingers gritting over his hair. I failed. I got blood in Buffalo’s hair, and now he’s mad at me. I let out a laugh. It’s not a happy laugh. It’s more high and manic. Fuck, maybe that tequila did go straight to my head. I bring Buffalo back to the room with me, close my eyes, and wait for the noise to start. Wait for the voices to tell me what a failure I am. To harp on all the ways I left clues at the scene. To tell me to do more, more, more. But there’s nothing. I got blood on Buffalo, and now he won’t talk to me.