Avenging Angel chapter 8
The rest of that day and the succeeding weeks have remained with me as fragments, forming no recognisable sequence, islands of recollection like fleeting memories of early childhood. Some were dreams, some happened in waking life, but it was hard to distinguish which was which. Someone gave me the clothes I’d left in the Recovery Compound and I changed into them, kicking my brothel lingerie into a corner. I tried to make Katrina change as well but she’d fallen asleep and couldn’t be roused....