It moved again.
Rosalie wrote beneath his question.
Alive.
For the first time since their wedding, genuine fear appeared in Gideon Rook’s eyes.
He touched his ear.
Then wrote:
Inside me?
Rosalie nodded.
His face drained of color.
She examined his ear again and noticed something else.
The swelling had partially collapsed after the creature’s removal, exposing a narrow pocket of damaged tissue she had not seen before.
Inside that pocket was a tiny hard edge.
Not flesh.
Not bone.
Something metallic.
Rosalie brought the lamp closer.
Gideon stiffened.
“What
