“Hold it,” Beth said, raising her voice just enough so theassembly-line eaters on either side stared at her. No arguing? I shook my head and leaned back into his chest, held his arms around me like a coat. With the state of his present wounds, even a strong breathmight finish him. His carefully cut blond hair was still neat, but he'd laid his glasses on the table, and his face looked younger without them.
—the terror she had momentarily escaped—had at last found her and added her to the total thatcould never be totaled. The sight of that bare skin began to raise other hungers, for flesh instead of merely blood. She was going to die, and she was frightened. Beth stood in the darkness, trembling and crying, the sight filling her eyes with horror.
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