"No offense taken," Michelle assured Shelly. She wondered what the hell was taking so long in there. She'd seen something--Dracula, she assumed--come out the roof, so why were Matt and Greg still inside?
Greg. She shivered involuntarily. She was grateful for the help he'd given her originally, but after what she'd seen, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to look on him the same way, let alone trust him. Not when...whatever that had been lay somewhere inside him. She would never feel safe around him, knowing that.
She allowed herself a sigh of relief when Matt reappeared, even passed out. They'd done some good here today, she knew that. But she knew, just as deeply, that this wasn't even close to over.
There were still things that went bump in the night.
And it was time to start bumping back.
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