Marcus let out a short, appreciative bark of laughter. "Oh, I have a few people like that under my belt as well. It’s the only way to ensure true loyalty these days."
A cold shiver raced down my spine, more chilling than the nightmare. I turned to walk away, to get back to the safety of the bedroom, but in my haste, my hip clipped the small mahogany side table in the hall. A heavy crystal vase rattled violently against the wood.
The voices inside stopped instantly.
The office door swung open, and Jason stood there. He looked perfectly normal—the nightmare monster was gone—but his eyes scanned me with that sharp, searching intensity.
"Sarah? You're awake," he said, stepping out. "How are you feeling, darling?"
"I'm... I'm okay," I said, clutching my robe shut. I forced a small, apologe
