Impatient with herself, she dropped her lace-up boots and her muddied outfit to the floor and sank into the water. It wasn’t as warm as she would have liked it, but it was delicious anyway.
And the soap! The sweet scent of lavender was a true wonder.
She leaned back and simply enjoyed the scent and the feel of cleanliness, closing her eyes and letting the water ease around her.
Then she heard a knock at the door.
She stiffened, then relaxed. “Alex? Come on in.”
She had bolted the door, she remembered. “I’m coming. Hang on just a minute, please.”
She hesitated, though. There had been no response from whoever had knocked at the door. Someone tried to twist the door handle. She heard the sound. She saw it move. But it was bolted.
There was another noise.
Now at the side window.
Then…
At the rear window.
Megan scrambled to her feet. She hopped out of the tub just as she heard the shattering of glass.
And saw the figure of a man crawling heedlessly through the shards of the windowpane that clung to the frame.
He was wearing butternut and gray. A Confederate Uniform worn by the Virginia Regulars. His uniform was worn and frayed on his gaunt, tall frame. Creeping menacingly from beneath his hat, a straggly beard, green eyes and dusty brown hair.
She knew him .
He laughed, staring at her, and she realized she was still dripping wet, and naked. She grabbed the bright white towel and covered herself haphazardly.
When he spoke, his voice was strange.
“You! Ah, you, Megan Fox. Imagine. I smelled the intoxicating scent of blood…and it’s you! How delicious. Now, I know. And now, I have the strength, and the power—and the hunger!”
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