“What are you saying?” she says at last. “This is—I was at a random gas station, I happened to look into the bargain bin—” “You were at your most vulnerable, your most broken,” Letha says, about to cry. “And you reached out for the first thing you saw, held it as close as you could, like armor. Like it could protect you. And it has, hasn’t it?” “A Bay of Blood?” “Slashers,” Mr. Holmes says.
