The motel room was mostly dark, with a little light poking through the covered window. It was also silent, aside from the deep breathing and occasional snore.
Everyone else was asleep, bodies sprawled across the motel beds like survivors of a war, breaths slow and shallow. But not Kai.
He hadn't slept properly. Not really.
He lay there on the cold floor, eyes half-lidded, drenched in sweat, heart thudding like a war drum in his chest. His muscles were tense, coiled tight like a spring. His dreams, if they could even be called that, were soaked in blood again. A crimson tide that dragged him under.
But this time, it wasn't just the usual haze of slaughter and instinct.
This time, faces broke through the fog.
