Evie doesn’t open her eyes thus she can’t see him, but she may smell him. He thickens the air she breathes, choking her along with his aroma . his aroma. She shivers. She has to resist. If she’s not strong, then she’ll be relegated towards the same fate as this predator whose sickness infects her nonetheless. But now, she craves him and he understands that; he has been counting on her have to end the gnawing discomfort. How he’d savor her surrender. She’s alive, but just how much much longer will it take until she begs him not to be?