But this was all in passing, observed in my periphery. I was too consumed by the scream of pain from the creature, and my own joy at being rescued. Sabrina had passed right through the thing, and now it stood...away. Not approaching, some three feet from my bedside. Glaring down at me with a hatred that was new. It turned those eyes to my sister, and my own hatred ratcheted up a thousand notches, matching and surpassing it. I stared my fury into its eyes, engaged that this creature could even THINK of harming Sabrina. I was still paralyzed, but I exulted in her touch, took joy in it, and it hissed. At some point, my breath had been released to me, and I breathed her in, her scent filling me fully, and my joy rose higher. It hissed again.
I grinned, in my head at least. I could hurt it. My
