Chapter 10

He lifted a hand and touched the mirror. The mirror still reflected nothing but an empty room.

Oh God.

Thomas felt a shock go through him. He was utterly terrified. His heart should be racing with it. He put his shaking hand on his chest, feeling for the pounding lub-dub of fear.

Nothing.

He lifted his fingers to his neck, seeking a pulse.

Still nothing.

He swallowed hard, his mind jumping to an impossible conclusion, then ran his tongue over his teeth.

Fangs. Definitely fangs. His canines were a little longer than they had been, and much, much sharper.