Reyona’s blood chilled when she saw that it was Thomas.

He was unconscious and sprawled out like someone who had been knocked out by a malevolent force.

The surrounding stench was even more than any other around the house.

An unfinished bottle of beer was lying close to his hand with some of its contents already drying up close to his soggy pants.

Even as Reyona’s eyes narrowed, she quickly leaned forward to put her finger beneath his nose.

It was there!

Coming in spurts, but the bastard was breathing.

For a moment there, he had made her think that… bastard!

She automatically picked a bowl off the counter as...