Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t sleep. When you sleep, you give up the choice to control memory.

crave safety. And I know that seeking that in the arms of another man—even Sam—is dangerous. My safety has to be found within myself.

It isn’t fair, or right, but it’s dreadfully human, the way we tear each other apart.

Nightmares aren’t frightening once you wake up. Memories are.