Feeding the Monster

POV: CADE.

Hazel Eden Winslow sits rigidly across from me in the quiet café booth. Her delicate cheeks bear a deep flush, a lingering testament to the screaming she did on the back of my motorcycle. My sparrow. My brand-new stepsister.

I am feeling an unfamiliar, crawling sensation moving under my skin. It is intoxicating. Giddy. I have not felt this specific brand of relentless energy in years.