Chapter 49
Two Weeks Later . . .
Strange.
Jerri Lynn Pope walked along the massive entry hall.
There was no one left of her family but her.
She was like an orphan.
She drifted into the kitchen and rummaged in the fridge. She should eat. It was well past lunch. There was a lot of change going on in her life. She needed her strength.
There was no one to take care of her now. She had to learn to take care of all her needs.
Cheese, fruit . . . nothing appealed to her.
When she noticed the thick slab of filet mignon her father had intended to grill today, she smiled. That would work.
Jerri Lynn grabbed the dish, set it on the counter, and went in search of a knife.
She selected a butcher knife and studied the glint of light from the windows on the blade. She loved those mesmerizing glints. Loved the way they flashed so brightly.
On second thought, she grabbed the bowl of salad and her favorite dressing from the fridge.
Perfect. Steak and salad.
She sliced into the thick meat; red ran from its tender flesh. She shivered. She lifted a small piece, considered its color and texture, then popped it into her mouth.
She chewed. Closed her eyes and moaned.
There was nothing quite as good as raw meat.
She thought of how her own blood tasted whenever she cut herself. Would human flesh taste as good as the steak?
Jerri Lynn’s pulse reacted to the concept. She studied the red trickling down the knife blade.
One day soon . . . very soon . . . perhaps she would know for sure.
“I found the pajamas.”
Jerri Lynn looked up as Tamara padded into the kitchen. Tamara struck a pose to show off her new loungewear.
Jerri Lynn smiled. Her one true friend. “You look delicious.”
Tamara grinned. “Thank you.”
Perhaps one day soon, Jerri Lynn would know many new things.